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When the wind is nigh and the moon is high / And the mist on the riverside, / Let such as fare have a very good care / Of the Folk who come to ride.
For they may meet with the riders fleet / Who fare from the place of dread; / And hard it is for a mortal man / To sort at ease with the Dead.