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160 Over valleys as big as a shire—

''Are ye there? Are ye there? Are ye there?''

An' then the blind drum of our fire ...

An' I'm rollin' 'is lawns for the Squire,

Me!

Me that 'ave rode through the dark

Forty mile often on end,

Along the Ma'ollisberg Range,

With only the stars for my mark

An' only the night for my friend,

An' things runnin' off as you pass,

An' things jumpin' up in the grass,

An' the silence, the shine an' the size

Of the 'igh, inexpressible skies....

I am takin' some letters almost

As much as a mile, to the post,

An' "mind you come back with the change!"

Me!

Me that saw Barberton took

When we dropped through the clouds on their 'ead,

An' they 'ove the guns over an' fled—