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When his son the volunteer
came back home there found his fear
Oh! how the bad news make the rounds
When he spoke daily to him
Did he talk about winter grain?
Oh! How the wind blows turn it down, oh!
When the lost hung down from him
then no make or comrade near
Oh! How the fence remarks the bounds
By his side or back of him
all his force is following
Oh! How it keeps going into the ground
Oh oh oh!
Sound, golden sound!
Golden sound, golden sound
Take my son, take my son
Take my son safe in to the ground
Golden sound, golden sound
Take my son, take my son
Take my son safe in to the ground
Oh oh oh