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Look sharp, brother—hurry away!
Run the horses! Run—
Run for your life! I'm telling you true,
The farmer's coming—the one
You stole the horse from yesterday;
And if he gets a glimpse of you,
He'll call the police, and then the beak
Will keep you in jail for many a week.
Take care! beware!
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