Parody: When The Sheep are in the Fold, Jessie Dear

When the Hardest Work is Over, Jessie Dear

By the fireside he's a-snoozing, sits an old man after boozing,
He's dreaming of a son who went away;
In his lap there lies a letter, which reads, Dad I will be better.
But I'll take a vow I'll never mow the hay.
Dad you know I love you dearly and good rum you love sincerely,
Just give my kind regards to sweetheart May,
For it seems I hear her crying, for my love she must be sighing,
Just tell her not to weep, I'll come home day.

Chorus.
When the hardest work is over, Father dear,
And the wood is sawed that's standing since last year.
To your farm in Umpewong, that's the time I'll be along,
When the hardest work is over father dear..

In a room that now is cheerful, sits a young man who is fearful,
He is thinking it was but a week ago,
With his wife he had been scrapping, as those thing often happen,
Till she handed him a solar plexus blow,
She left home in hurry, but papa does not worry,
Still he is afraid she night come back some day.
Now he won't work, ain't it funny, he's afraid if he gets money,
That she will come back and take it all away.

When the harvest days are over, Lizzie dear,
No midnight lunch, no cigarettes or beer.
I'm so happy I oould cry, if you'd come back I would die.
Our oil stove days are over, Lizzie dear.

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