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2. "After the round up's over and the shipping is done, I'm going home, boys, before my money's all gone; I'm going home, boys, when the works all done this fall. When I left home, boys, my mother cried for me; Begged me not to go, boys, for me she would have died; My mother's heart is breaking, breaking for me, that's all;
And with God's help I'll see her when the work's done this fall."
3.  That very night this cowboy went out to stand his guard; The night was dark and cloudy and storming very dark; The catde all got frightened and rushed in wild stampede; The cowboys tried to herd them, riding at full speed. While riding in the darkness, so loudly did he shout, Trying his best to herd them and, turning the herd about, His saddle horse did stumble and on him did fall;
The poor boy won't see his mother when the work's done this fall.
4. His body was so mangled — the boys all thought him dead; They picked him up so gently and laid him on a bed;
He opened wide his blue eyes, and looking around,
He motioned to his comrades to sit near him on the ground.
"Boys, send my mother my money that I have earned;
I'm going to a new range; I hear my master's call;
And I'll not see my mother when the work's done this fall.
5.  "Bill, you may have my saddle; George, you may take my bed; Jack may have my pistol, after I am dead;
Boys, think of me kindly when you look upon them all;
For I'll not see my mother when the work's all done this fall."
Poor Charlie was buried at sunrise — no tombstone at his head —
Nothing but a little board — and this is what it said:
"Charlie died at day-break; he died from a fall;
The boy won't see his mother when the work's done this fall."
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From the singing of C. L. Franklin, Jr. (ten years of age), Crossnore, North Carolina, July, 1930.
1.1 have a home in Dixie, A good one, you all know; But, boys, I haven't seen it For many years ago.
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