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WHEN THE CROP’S LAID BY.

WHEN THE CROP'S LAID BY. 359.9 When the crop's laid by, When the crop's laid by. We'll forget the toil of sommer, 'neath a bright autumnal sky, With a song of plenty ringing o'er the cotton, corn an' rye When the crop's laid by, When the…