Collected by Mary C. Parler Nancy Philley
(Collected in Fayetteville, Ark. June 2, 1959
Reel 310, Item 6
When the Work's All Done This Fall
A jolly bunch of cowboys, discussing plans of these
One said, "I'll tell you something, boys, if you will listen, please.
I used to be a cowboy, while here I'm dressed in rags,
I used to be a great one while taking on big gags.
But I've got a home, boys, and a good one you all know,
Although I haven't seen it, since long, long ago.
My mother's heart is breaking, yes breaking, that is all
But with God's help, I'll see her when the work's all done this fall.
That very same night, that cowboy was put out on the guard,
It was a very dark night and the storm was raging hard;
The cattle they got frightened and raised a big stampede,
The boy was trying to herd them while riding at full speed,
Riding through the darkness, so loudly he did shout,
Making every effort to turn the herd about,
When the cowboy's pony stumbled and on him did fall
And he won't see his mother when the work's all done this fall.
We picked poor George up gently and laid him on his bed,
The poor boy lay motionless and we all thought him dead.
Then he opened wide his blue eyes, and gazing all around,
He motioned to his comrades sitting on the ground,
Go round up my wages, send mother what I've earned,
For I am afraid, boys, my last years have returned.
I'm going to try a new ranch, for I hear my Master's call,
And I won't see my Mother when the work's all done this fall.
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