Set the yards up, dug a hole
Rounded up the sheep
Picked the ones that had to go
It’d make a fella weep
Food for dogs and a few loose coins
CHORUS
It was a simple plan to work this land
But a fighting man can’t understand
It blown away and overcome
By the silver bullet and the loaded gun
We've fed the lambs by hand
The boys have run the shed
We’ve given all we could
Now half the flock is dead
Years of hope in a shallow grave
There’s a mound of dirt by the northern fence
The ground is turned and bare
But a man can’t dwell on what is done
And what lies buried there
The work goes on and the seasons turn ...
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