The Frontier

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The Frontier

My husband I pity he is wanting his life.
To obtain a scant living for his children and wife.
The sabbath which once was a day of sweet rest.
Is now spent toiling for bread in the west.
After years hard toiling with hopes that were in vain.
I have such despair on this desolate pain.

Song by mos a.m. green
Greeley, Colorado, 1887
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