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Oh, I harvested a lot this summer
Song
1. Alas, but I have reaped much in the summer, ; I have not rested myself on the bed, ; Buy me your bed, my baby, your bed, ; Let me rest myself on it. ; ; 2. The rose is sweet, when it blooms, when it blooms, ; The little girl is sweet until she is twenty years old, ; After twenty years her mother laments her, ; That her little girl will never go to a man.