My boy stands ready to lift me high, one kiss ere we
part. I am ready to start, away for a gallop neath the blue sky.
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My foot in his hand, and up I spring, the tree tops
high. Aloft in the sky, and I'm off as swift as a bird on the wing.
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Oh, to canter away through the wooded lane, away to
forget Life's worry and fret, and all of its trouble and sorrow and
pain.
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But I long for my horse's galloping stride, so now off
I go, But I'll come back you know, when I've had just one glorious
April ride.
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I sigh for a canter, over the gorse, with my love by my
side, And ever to ride, on the back of my big black horse.
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