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Come to
Won't be in forty days
This an evil
Brings a devil's

Take a
To in what you own
And there'll be no
No more people
La la la

In one morning you be mine
Where the fields are
No more singing, la la la
In one morning you be mine
the fields are smiling
Where the fields are

There by crook and
And the rights
Don't cheek get sore
And your get dry

Sevens on sleeve
counted days
Then he home
To loved one's gate
La la la

In one morning you will be
Where the are smiling
No people singing, la la la
In one you will be mine
Where the fields are
Where the fields are

my pockets torn
By a
Man takes it needs
Turns you out

Come to
Won't be there in forty
an evil land
Brings a plow
La la la

In one morning you will be
Where the fields are
No more singing, la la la
In one morning you be mine
Where the are smiling
Where the are smiling