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Three of us without a care / In the red September / Tramping down the roads of Maine, / Making merry with the rain, / With the fellow winds a-fare / Where the winds remember.
Three of us with shocking hats, / Tattered and unbarbered, / Happy with the splash of mud, / With the highways in our blood, / Bearing down on Deacon Platt's / Where last year we harbored.