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Theres a place close by everybody knows well |
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and the story fit, the ramblers do tell |
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In days of old the pheasant there |
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was free on the ground and in the air |
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Powerful like the big broken tree |
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You can hear his call even today, heavenly |
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The bearded hunter sad, not brave, not wise |
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The blackest black is in his eyes |
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He talks big, in this area, I am the king |
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And I wonder what my hunt will bring |
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I'm involved in this story for the reason that |
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I ride I ride I ride beside |
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I ride I ride I ride beside |
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I ride I ride I ride beside |
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beside |
