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Until sunset
From the dawn
See the woodsmen of San Juan,
They want bread before it’s gone

I heard their young hearts
Loveward above the glancing
And heard the prairie grasses sighing:
No more, return no more

I ought to feel more satisfy an' happy dan I be,
For better husban' dan ma own, it 's very hard to fin'An' plaintee woman if dey got such boy an' girl as me Would never have no troub' at all, an' not'ing on deir min'But w'ile dey're alway wit...