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When Work Is Done This Fall |
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My mother's heart is breaking, breaking for me,
that's all, And with God's help I'll see her when the work's all
done this fall."
That very night this cowboy went out to stand his
guard; The night was dark and cloudy and storming very
hard; The cattle they got frightened and rushed in wild
stampede, The cowboy tried to head them, riding at full speed.
While riding in the darkness so loudly did he shout, Trying his best to head them and turn the herd about, His saddle horse did stumble and on him did fall, The poor boy won't see his mother when the work's all done this fall.
His body was so mangled the boys all thought him
dead, They picked him up so gently and laid him on a bed; He opened wide his blue eyes and looking all
around He motioned to his comrades to sit near him on the
ground.
" Boys, send mother my wages, the wages I have
earned, For I'm afraid, boys, my last steer I have turned.
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