Living
Our Work Is Over
From Songs from the Waverley Novels (Poetical Works, Oxford 1904)
Living
OUR work is over -- over now,
The goodman wipes his weary brow,
The last long wain wends slow away,
And we are free to sport and play.
The night comes on when sets the sun,
And labour ends when day is done.
When Autumn's gone, and Winter's come,
We hold our jovial harvest-home.
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Codex Note
From The Heart of Midlothian (1818)
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