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In the wild there is a dead antelope, |
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And it is wrapped up with the white grass. |
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There is a young lady with thoughts natural to the spring, |
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And a fine gentleman would lead her astray. |
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In the forest there are the scrubby oaks; |
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In the wild there is a dead deer, |
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And it is bound round with the white grass. |
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There is a young lady like a gem. |
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[She says], Slowly; gently, gently; |
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Do not move my handkerchief; |
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Do not make my dog bark. |