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A Deer Hunt |
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So I bent my gun in circles and fired round a hill. And, out of three or four deer, ten thousand I did kill.
Then I picked up my venison and on my back I tied And as the sun came passing by I hopped up there to ride.
The sun she carried me o'er the globe, so merrily I
did roam That in four and twenty hours I landed safe at home.
And the money I received for my venison and skin, I taken it all to the barn door and it would not all go in.
And if you doubt the truth of this I tell you how to
know: Just take my trail and go my rounds, as I did, long
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