| I’m sure you all remember, a song of yesterday,
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| Was widely known throughout each home on many an outback way,
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| Was sung by one whose name and fame for years yet shall prevail
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| And now here is my answer, to the Silvery Moonlight Trail.
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| Our thoughts lie o’er the ocean, to Canada far away,
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| We gaze upon the ranch house, where the rangeland cattle stray,
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| We see a fair young woman, a baby on her knee,
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| The cowboy that she honours, stands guard across the sea.
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| That day there came a letter, from the cowboy o’er the foam,
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| He’d soon be home to see them and never more would he roam,
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| A smile caressed her dear face, a tear drop blurred each line
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| As fin’lly at the bottom, these words she sure did find.
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| Although I’ve never seen you, you fill yur dad’s heart with joy,
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| Take care of darlin' mother, and wait just for the time,
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| When we’ll have fun together, on the range at round-up time.
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| The teardrops came unbidden into her loving eyes,
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| The moon rose in it’s splender into the great dreary skies,
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| She gazed upon her baby, asleep now in her arms,
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| And thanked God for His mercy and for that bundle of charms.
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| The old moon smiled up yonder, he also knows the tale,
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| And so we feel in silence from the Silvery Moonlight Trail. |