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H, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse—

Perhaps you have seen him before;

Perhaps, while you slept, his shadow has swept

Through the moonlight that floats on the floor.

For it's only at night, when the stars twinkle bright,

That the Fly-Away Horse, with a neigh

And a pull at his rein and a toss of his mane,

Is up on his heels and away!

The Moon in the sky,

As he gallopeth by,

Cries: "Oh! what a marvellous sight!"

And the Stars in dismay

Hide their faces away

In the lap of old Grandmother Night.

It is yonder, out yonder, the Fly-Away Horse

Speedeth ever and ever away—

Over meadows and lanes, over mountains and plains,

Over streamlets that sing at their play;