WHEN THE CROP’S LAID BY.

WHEN THE CROP’S LAID BY.
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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 crop’s laid by!

When the crop’s laid by.
There’ll be songs for every sigh,
An’ no blemmings to the toller will the har- vents rich deny;
Ain the vales will make glad music, whils the happy hills reply
When the crop’s laid by.
When the crop’s laid byl
-Whitcomb Riley