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The lights burn in the stable, and I stand in the yard, / Yet thro' the open window I hear him breathing hard; / They watch the bed in silence where Bill the groom lies still, / For Bill the groom is surely fast going down the hill. / 'Twas only yestereven, he made a solemn vow / To catch and ride the chestnut; she stands outside there now, / While he lies crushed and helpless upon a bed of pain; / He will not see the sunset behind "The Ridge" again.
The chestnut's free and easy, a trifle too thin-skinned, / I know she isn't faultless, though sound in limb and wind; / But I thought she'd give no trouble, for Bill said he could ride, -- / Australian-born he was not, he came from t'other side.