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We used to fear the lonely road / That twisted round the hill; / It dipped down to the river-way, / And passed the haunted mill, / And then crept on, until it reached / The churchyard, green and still.
No pipers ever took that road, / No gipsies, brown and gay; / No shepherds with their gentle flocks, / No loads of scented hay; / No market-waggons jingled by / On any Saturday.