Whenever the moon and stars are set;
Whenever the wind is high,
All might 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 he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.
-HOPE
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