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There's a four-pronged buck a-swinging in the shadow of my cabin, / And it roamed the velvet valley till today; / But I tracked it by the river, and I trailed it in the cover, / And I killed it on the mountain miles away.
Now I've had my lazy supper, and the level sun is gleaming / On the water where the silver salmon play; / And I light my little corncob, and I linger softly dreaming, / In the twilight, of a land that's far away.