Whenever
the moon and stars are set,
Whenever
the wind is high,
All
night long in the dark and wet,
A man
goes riding by.
Late
in the night when the fires are out,
Why
does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever
the trees are crying aloud,
And
ships are tossed at sea,
By,
on the highway, low and loud,
By at
the gallop goes he.
By at
the gallop he goes, and then
By he
comes back at the gallop again.
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