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THE ONLY TUNE
The only tune that he could play—He learned it long and long ago—
Was “Over the hills and far away.”
We young folk, listening day by day
As fared he, piping, to and fro,
The only tune that he could play,
Half-weary heard. Could none soothsay
How not till all life's bravest show
Was over the hills and far away
Time's hunter-years their chase would stay
Mid harried fields; and none might know
The only tune that he could play
For just a joyful summons, yea,
To journey where the path we'd go
Was over the hills and far away
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Would sound one piper's call, if so
The only tune that he could play
Was “Over the hills and far away.”
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