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There's a keen and grim old huntsman / On a horse as white as snow; / Sometimes he is very swift / And sometimes he is slow. / But he never is at fault, / For he always hunts at view / And he rides without a halt / After you.
The huntsman's name is Death, / His horse's name is Time; / He is coming, he is coming / As I sit and write this rhyme; / He is coming, he is coming, / As you read the rhyme I write; / You can hear the hoofs' low drumming / Day and night.