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I'm going to sharpen my scythe to cut a nice line.
Song
1. I will sharpen my scythe to cut a nice (long) swath, ; Be careful when picking the handfuls, don't cut me, ; Then the two strong arms of your cloth will watch over me, ; If you want to hug your baby in the evening. ; ; 2. The wheat is ripe, the scythe is shining, ; The good God gave it, why should we carry it home, ; Come, my rose, your place is next to me, ; After the harvest, they will bandage your head anyway.