Sung by: Uncle John J. Ballantine
Recorded in Fifty Six, AR, 7/18/53

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The day is past and gone;
The evening shade appear.
Oh, may we all remember well,
The night of death draws near.

And when we early rise
To view the unwearied sun,
May we set out to win the prize
And after glory run.

And when our days are passed,
And we from time remove,
Oh, may we in the bosom rest,
The bosom of thy love.

All Songs Recorded by John Quincy Wolf, Jr., unless otherwise noted

The John Quincy Wolf Folklore Collection
Lyon College, Batesville, Arkansas
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