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Up on a hilltop far from the city |
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Overlooking a stream |
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I heard a sound, it made me look round |
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I looked back where I had just been |
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There just behind a ledge |
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There was a man, he leapt to and fro |
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Clipping away at a hedge |
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Suddenly I heard a ringing singing |
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But he was nowhere to be seen |
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Pulling my trousers up to my knees |
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I waded across the stream |
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Back to the place where I could hear sounds |
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And where the old man once had been |
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There just behind a ledge |
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I looked about, I couldn't make out |
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Where he had been clipping the hedge |
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I could not hear what he was singing |
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But I found my ears ringing with the sound |
