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On this day, we cease our daily toil
We throw all caution to the wind and take our oil
For this day is long and coming forth
No need to rise upon the morrow down your tools
Then at twilight, following the load, we hallow our respite
With rye and grape, and go forth to drink ourselves dry
In the trade
Then at twilight, following the load, we hallow our respite
With rye and grape, and go forth to drink ourselves dry
Before ends this night, and so begins again
Our trade