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When the Work's All Done This Fall
3.1 saw those Indians coming, I heard them give command:
From "arms, to arms," they shouted, "Pray, by your horses stand." I saw the smoke arising; it seemed to reach the sky; My feelings at the moment — now is my time to die.
4.1 saw their glittering arrows all around me like hail did fall; My heart it sunk within me, my courage almost fell; They fought there nine long hours before the lines gave way; The like was [— of| dead and wounded, I never saw before.
5. There was six as nobler Rangers as ever trod the West, Lies buried by their comrades with bullets in their breast. I thought of my dear old mother when this she said to me: "My son, my son, they are all strangers; with me you'd better stay."
6.1 thought she was childish and this she did not know; My mind was on Rangers and I was bound to go. Perhaps you have a mother, perhaps a sister too; My mother nor my sister is here in earth no more; I have no wife nor sweetheart to weep and mourn for me.
WHEN THE WORK'S ALL DONE THIS FALL
Cf. Lomax, Cowboy Songs, p. 53.
The song was recorded by Dora Testerman, a student in Lincoln Memorial University, from the singing of relatives.
1. A jolly group of cowboys, discussing plans one day, Says one, "I'll tell you something, boys, If you will listen, please. I am an old cow-puncher all dressed in rags; I used to be a tough one and go out for big jags. I have 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; I'm going home to see my mother when the work's all done this fall.