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The roving breezes come and go / On Kiley's Run, / The sleepy river murmurs low, / And far away one dimly sees / Beyond the stretch of forest trees -- / Beyond the foothills dusk and dun -- / The ranges sleeping in the sun / On Kiley's Run.
'Tis many years since first I came / To Kiley's Run, / More years than I would care to name / Since I, a stripling, used to ride / For miles and miles at Kiley's side, / The while in stirring tones he told / The stories of the days of old / On Kiley's Run.