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AGAINST the light of a dawning white / My Skyline Riders stand -- / There is trouble ahead for a dark year dead / And the selfish wrongs of a land; / There are hurrying feet of fools to repeat / The follies of Nineteen Eight, / But darkly still on each distant hill / My riders watch and wait.
My Skyline Riders are down and gone / As far as the eye can see, / And the horses stand in the shades of dawn / Where a single man holds three. / We feel the flush and we feel the thrill / Of the coming of Nineteen Nine, / For my Skyline Riders are over the hill / And into the firing line.