| Up on a hilltop far from the city
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| Overlooking a stream
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| I heard a sound, it made me look round
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| I looked back where I had just been
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| There just behind a ledge
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| There was a man, he leapt to and fro
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| Clipping away at a hedge
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| Suddenly I heard a ringing singing
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| But he was nowhere to be seen
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| Pulling my trousers up to my knees
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| I waded across the stream
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| Back to the place where I could hear sounds
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| And where the old man once had been
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| There just behind a ledge
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| I looked about, I couldn’t make out
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| Where he had been clipping the hedge
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| I could not hear what he was singing
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| But I found my ears ringing with the sound
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| Suddenly I heard a ringing singing
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| But he was nowhere to be seen
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| I could not hear what he was singing
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| But I found my ears ringing with the sound
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| Suddenly I heard a ringing singing
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| But he was nowhere
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| To be
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| Seen |