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BLUE GRASS BALLADS |
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An' mebbe she will set by me,
When the corn's laid by, An' lean her head agin my knee,
When the corn's laid by, An' talk so mighty pert an' sweet Thet hit will be the finest treat— An' mebbe then, 'at she'll agree To what I axed—well, we will see, When the corn's laid by.
Then mebbe she'll come home with me, When the corn's laid by,
An' live beneath the old roof-tree, When the corn's laid by.
In fact, I 'spect she'll be my wife
To love an' cherish all my life,
An' re'ly I could never ask
A better or a sweeter task, When the corn's laid by.
Yes, I will have a heap er fun, When the corn's laid by; For then the rest of fall's begun,
When the corn's laid by. The work will jis be harvestin' An' fillin' every empty bin, To feed the folks, an' cattle, too, An' arm old Father Winter thoo, When the corn's laid by. |
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