I'd like to do two kinds of ballads.One, a ballad from the days of the old west in Americawhen the cowboy saw a pretty hard life.This is a song about an old boy who left home in his earlier yearsand had been working out there for a long time as a cow puncher,wrangler or cowboy, and had a whole lot of names that went by.And he was inclined to go back home once the roundup was finished.A song called When the Work's All Done This Fall.A band of jolly cowboys were expressing plans of ease.One said, I'll tell you something, boys, if you will listen, please.I am an old cow puncher and the year round dressed in rags.I used to be a tough one, boys, and I'd pick the risky jags.Yes, I have a home, boys, and a good one, you should know.But boys, I haven't seen it since the fall long ago.I'm going back to Dixie and I expect to see them all.I'm going to see my mother when the work's all done this fall.When I left my home, boys, my mother for me cried.She begged me not to leave her, for me she would have died.Her poor old heart was breaking, breaking for me, that's all.But with God's help I'll see her when the work's all done this fall.That very night old Charlie would have to stand his guard.The night was dark and cloudy, the storm was very hard.Then the cattle all got frightened and there ran a wild stampede.He tried his best to turn the herd while riding at full speed.He was riding through the darkness as loudly he did shout.Trying his best to head the leaders and turn the herd about.Then his saddle horse did stumble and upon him he did fall.Charlie won't see his mother, boys, when the work's all done this fall.Jack you may have my pistol and Bill you may have my bed.Jim you may have my saddle after I am dead.Please ride my mother gently and tell her of my fall.For I'll not see my mother, boys, when the work's all done this fall.Charlie died at daybreak, no tombstone met his head.There was nothing but a wooden slab and this is what it said.Charlie died at sunrise, he died from a fall.He's headed for that better range, he heard his master call.