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Turning the furrows one by one
Until the long bright day is done.

Then towards the barn the cattle head
Where they are stalled and groomed and fed.
But still in sleep they hear the cracks
Of Sam's long whip across their backs,
And stir uneasy in their stalls
Until the new milch heifer bawls.

And e'en the farmer old and wise
Oft rises in his bed and cries—
"Whoa! Sam, look out, we've struck a rock!"
And then he hears the kitchen clock
Just striking three, so down he lies
And sleep soon holds his tired eyes.

Turn, turn, turn, empty are crib and bin,
Turn, turn, turn, ploughing the daisies in,
Turn, turn, turn, breaking the tufted sward,
Turn, turn, turn, reaping a rich reward.


BILIN' SAP
You boys all know how 1in the airly Spring,
Wal, say about the time the bluebird comes,
How 'tis the groun' begins ter thaw an' freeze
Along the sunny slopes beside the woods,

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