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When Work Is Done This Fall
I'm going to a new range, I hear my Master's call, And I'll not see my mother when the work's all done this fall.
11 Fred, you take my saddle; George, you take my
bed; Bill, you take my pistol after I am dead, And think of me kindly when you look upon them
all, For I'll not see my mother when work is done this
Poor Charlie was buried at sunrise, no tombstone at
his head, Nothing but a little board and this is what it said, 11 Charlie died at daybreak, he died from a fall, And he'll not see his mother when the work's all
done this fall."