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• Artiste: Anaïs Mitchell
• Titre: Shepherd
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Said the shepherd to his wife The crop of hay is cut and dried I'll bale it up and bring it in Before the coming storm begins Go, she said, and beat the storm And then there is another chore Today the baby will be born You'll take me to the hospital Said the shepherd, if it's true T'were better if I stayed with you I'd rather let the harvest go And hasten to the hospital Nay, she told him, I'll be fine We both have laborin' to do You do yours and I'll do mine And the babe will wait 'til the work is through The shepherd roped the yellow rows The sky above and the field below Until the bales had all been tied And homeward turned to find his wife Sweat was wet upon her brow Her breath it cameth laboredly And then the rain was comin' down Upon the field of yellow hay Said the shepherd, it's no use The rain will surely win the race T'were better if we let it fall And hurry to the hospital Go, she said, and work with haste And bring the bales into the barn Else the crop will go to waste And the babe will wait 'til the work is done The shepherd drove into the storm And to and from the yellow barn 'Til half the bales were safely in Then went to find his wife again How many times her name he called And no replyin' would she make Her breath it cameth not at all She would not rise from where she lay The storm was o'er within the hour The shepherd saw the sun come out The shepherd's wife saw ne'er again He buried her and the babe within He turned the seed into the ground He brought the flock to feed thereon He held the cleaver and the plow And the shepherd's work was never done