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Who's that walking on the moorland? / Who's that moving on the hill? / They are passing 'mid the bracken, / But the shadows grow and blacken / And I cannot see them clearly on the hill.
Who's that calling on the moorland? / Who's that crying on the hill? / Was it bird or was it human, / Was it child, or man, or woman, / Who was calling so sadly on the hill?
Who's that running on the moorland? / Who's that flying on the hill? / He is there-and there again, / But you cannot see him plain, / For the shadow lies so darkly on the hill.
What's that lying in the heather? / What's that lurking on the hill? / My horse will go no nearer, / And I cannot see it clearer, / But there's something that is lying on the hill.