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WHEN WORK IS DONE THIS FALL
A GROUP of jolly cowboys, discussing plans at ease, Says one, " I'll tell you something, boys, if you will
listen, please. I am an old cow-puncher and here I'm dressed in
rags, And I used to be a tough one and take on great big jags.
" But I've got a home, boys, a good one, you all
know, Although I have not seen it since long, long ago. I'm going back to Dixie once more to see them all; Yes, I'm going to see my mother when the work's
all done this fall.
" After the round-ups are over and after the shipping is done,
I am going right straight home, boys, ere all my money is gone.
I have changed my ways, boys, no more will I fall;
And I am going home, boys, when work is done this fall.
" When I left home, boys, my mother for me cried, Begged me not to go, boys, for me she would have died;