Our Singing Country

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	Our Singing Country
	i The Boy: Chere mom! On vient m' donner les clefs, Les clefs de la prison, Les clefs de la prison. 2- His Mother: Gar'-tu! Comment dis-tu—te donne Les clefs de la prison, En quant les officiers Les a crochees dans 1' cou, Les a crochees dans 1' cou. 3   The Boy: Chere mom! lis vont m' venir chercher, Mais a neuf heures a soir, Mais oui, c'est pou' me pend', Mais a dix heures en nuit, Mais a dix heures en nuit. 4  Chere mom! C'est ce qui m' fait plus d' pein< C'est de savoir ma mort Aussi longtemps d'avance, Aussi longtemps d'avance. 5   (Son pere, Mais qui s'est mis a genoux En s'arrachant les cheveux, En s'arrachant les cheveux.) 6  His Father: Gar'-tu! Comment j'ai pu t3 quitter C'est pou? tytn aller Mais dans un 'grand5 prison. [	1 The Boy: Mama, they're gonna give me the keys to this jail, yes, the keys to this old jailhouse.
		2 His Mother: What do you mean, give you the keys to this old jail, when the turnkeys have got them hung around their necks, yes, right around their necks.
		3 The Boy: Mama, I mean they're coming to get me about nine this eve­ning, yes, and they're gonna hang me, about ten tonight, I mean, about ttn tonight.
		4 Mama, what makes me so damn sorry, is to know so far ahead of time, yes, so awful far ahead of time, that I'm gonna die.
		5   (Look at his old father, he's down on his knees, tearing out his old gray locks, yes, tearing them out.) 6  His Father: Look here, now, how in the world could I leave you when you were going off to that big old prison pen! ]