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Henry Kendall - Song of the Cattle Hunters
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While the morning light beams on the fern-matted streams,
And the water-pools flash in its glow,
Down the ridges we fly, with a loud ringing cry —
Down the ridges and gullies we go!
And the cattle we hunt — they are racing in front,
With a roar like the thunder of waves,
As the beat and the beat of our swift horses` feet
Start the echoes away from their caves!
As the beat and the beat
Of our swift horses` feet
Start the echoes away from their caves!

Like a wintry shore that the waters ride o`er,
All the lowlands are filling with sound;
For swiftly we gain where the herds on the plain,
Like a tempest, are tearing the ground!
And we`ll follow them hard to the rails of the yard,
O`er the gulches and mountain-tops grey,
Where the beat and the beat of our swift horses` feet
Will die with the echoes away!
Where the beat and the beat
Of our swift horses` feet
Will die with the echoes away!
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