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YOU may give over plough boys	A
You may take the gear to the stead	B
All the sweat o' your brow boys	A
Will never get beer and bread	B
The seed's waste I know boys	A
There's not a blade will grow boys	A
'Tis cropped out I trow boys	A
And Tommy's dead	B
	-
Send the colt to fair boys	A
He's going blind as I said	B
My old eyes can't bear boys	A
To see him in the shed	B
The cow's dry and spare boys	A
She's neither here nor there boys	A
I doubt she's badly bread	B
Stop the mill to morn boys	A
There'll be no more corn boys	A
Neither white nor red	B
There's no sign of grass boys	A
You may sell the goat and the ass boys	A
The land's not what it was boys	A
And the beasts must be fed	B
You may turn Peg away boys	A
You may pay off old Ned	B
We've had a dull day boys	A
And Tommy's dead	B
	-
Move my chair on the floor boys	A
Let me turn my head	B
She's standing there in the door boys	A
Your sister Winifred	C
Take her away from me boys	A
Your sister Winifred	C
Move me round in my place boys	A
Let me turn my head	B
Take her away from me boys	A
As she lay on here death bed	B
The bones of her thin face boys	A
As she lay on her death bed	B
I don't know how it be boys	A
When all's done and said	B
But I see her looking at me boys	A
Whenever I turn my head	B
Out of the big oak tree boys	A
Out of the garden bed	B
And the lily as pale as she boys	A
And the rose that used to be red	B
	-
There's something not right boys	A
But I think it's not in my head	B
I've kept my precious sight boys	A
The Lord be hallow d	D
Outside and in	E
The ground is cold to my tread	B
The hills are wizen and thin	E
The sky is shrivelled and shred	B
The hedges down by the loan	F
I can count them bone by bone	F
The leaves are open and spread	B
But I see the teeth of the land	G
And hands like a dead man's hand	G
And the eyes of a dead man's head	B
There's nothing but cinders and sand	G
The rat and the mouse have fed	B
And the summer's empty and cold	H
Over valley and wold	H
Wherever I turn my head	B
There's a mildew and a mould	H
The sun's going out overhead	B
And I'm very old	H
And Tommy's dead	B
	-
What am I staying for boys	A
You're all born and bred	B
'Tis fifty years and more boys	A
Since wife and I were wed	B
And she'd gone before boys	A
And Tommy's dead	B
	-
She was always sweet boys	A
Upon his curly head	B
She knew she'd never see't boys	A
And she stole off to bed	B
I've been siting up alone boys	A
For he'd come home he said	B
But it's time I was gone boys	A
For Tommy's dead	B
	-
Put the shutters up boys	A
Bring out the beer and bread	B
Make haste and sup boys	A
For my eyes are heavy as lead	B
There's something wrong i' the cup boys	A
There's something ill wi' the bread	B
I don't care to sup boys	A
And Tommy's dead	B
	-
I'm not right I doubt boys	A
I've such a sleepy head	B
I shall nevermore be stout boys	A
You may carry me to bed	B
What are you about boys	A
The prayers are all said	B
The fire's raked out boys	A
And Tommy's dead	B
	-
The stairs are too steep boys	A
You may carry me to the head	B
The night's dark and deep boys	A
Your mother's long in bed	B
'Tis time to go to sleep boys	A
And Tommy's dead	B
	-
I'm not used to a kiss boys	A
You may shake my hand instead	B
All things go amiss boys	A
You may lay me where she is boys	A
And I'll rest my old head	B
'Tis a poor world this boys	A
And Tommy's dead	B

Sydney Thompson Dobell

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