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Galloping Away As You Wish

When you,
Rise and shine...
With a giving up of all your sorrows,
You will...
Hop on your high horse and ride,
To gallop away as you wish.

When you,
Rise and shine...
With a giving up of all your sorrows,
You will...
Begin to travel on a path,
That leaves behind a saddened past.

You've got to feel more deserving,
To leave behind a saddened past.
You've got to get up the nerve to...
Leave behind a sadness had.

Ride high in that saddle.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Windy Nights

Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.

poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Galloping Days

Galloping, galloping, galloping horses
Weave thro' our dreaming in burgeoning Spring;
There's sun in our hearts and there's sun on the courses,
And paeans of hope Winter's threnody forces
Over the hill-tops; for joy is a-wing.
Joy is a-wing, and the galloping rhythm
Mingles, alack, with a ruefuller rune,
For winners may rug but the losers run with 'em,
On the galloping, galloping tune.

Galloping, galloping, galloping gladly
Round the white railing and on to the turn,
While keeping in time to it, urgently madly,
Pulses are racing, ecstatic'ly, sadly;
Eyes to the thundering eagerly yearn,
Voice, upraising, are praising, are pleading,
Mid rackets gay jackets flash by and are gone.
Then the field in the sunlight, retreating, receding,
Goes galloping, galloping, galloping on.

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poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Children With Soap Bubbles

Like smoke the bubbles whirl up
in the wind’s frolicking game
hopping like horses that gallop

and other children have got to look out
or their eyes are going to burn.
Like smoke the bubbles whirl up

against the arms and heads of others
before they heave into the air,
hopping like horses that gallop

with children blowing over a soapy soup
soap-bubble after soap-bubble burst,
like smoke the bubbles whirl up

like balls kicked off by the wind
when mothers scold their dirty children,
hopping like horses that gallop

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poem by Gert Strydom
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Dogs

The first time we met you were a kennel maid,
The first time we met you were a kennel maid,
You gave me a tip I got me forecast paid,
You gave me a tip I got me forecast paid,
You were holding a greyhound in trap number one,
You were holding a greyhound in trap number one,
Your white coat was shining in the afternoon sun.
Your white coat was shining in the afternoon sun.
Now were both together,
Now were both together,
Were never gonna break apart, no no,
Were never gonna break apart, no no,
cause were a happy couple you and me,
cause were a happy couple you and me,
With a greyhound at either knee.
With a greyhound at either knee.
Ill have ten shillings to win on camera flash, young man,
Ill have ten shillings to win on camera flash, young man,
What dogs that, its a deuce, look at it.
What dogs that, its a deuce, look at it.

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song performed by Who
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Unshriven

Oh ! the sun rose on the lea, and the bird sang merrilie,
And the steed stood ready harness'd in the hall.
And he left his lady's bower, and he sought the eastern tower,
And he lifted cloak and weapon from the wall.

'We were wed but yester-noon, must we separate so soon,
Must you travel unassoiled and, aye, unshriven,
With the blood stain on your hand, and the red streak on your brand,
And your guilt all unconfess'd and unforgiven ?'

'Tho' it were but yester-even we were wedded, still unshriven,
Across the moor this morning I must ride ;
I must gallop fast and straight, for my errand will not wait ;
Fear naught, I shall return at eventide.'

'If I fear, it is for thee, thy weal is dear to me,
Yon moor with retribution seemeth rife ;
As we've sown so must we reap, and I've started in my sleep
At the voice of the avenger, 'Life for life.' '

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poem by Adam Lindsay Gordon
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"How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix"

I

I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he;
I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three;
"Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew;
"Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through;
Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest,
And into the midnight we galloped abreast

II

Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace
Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place;
I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight,
Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right,
Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit,
Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.

III

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poem by Robert Browning from Dramatic Romances and Lyrics (1845)
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Cito Pede Preterit Aetas

A mellower light doth Sol afford,
His meridian glare has pass'd
And the trees on the broad and sloping sward
Their length'ning shadows cast.
'Time flies.' The current will be no joke,
If swollen by recent rain,
To cross in the dark, so I'll have a smoke,
And then I'll be off again.

What's up, old horse ? Your ears you prick,
And your eager eyeballs glisten ;
'Tis the wild dog's note in the tea-tree thick,
By the river, to which you listen.
With head erect, and tail flung out,
For a gallop you seem to beg,
But I feel the qualm of a chilling doubt
As I glance at your fav'rite leg.

Let the dingo rest, 'till all for the best,
In this world there's room enough

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poem by Adam Lindsay Gordon
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Our New Horse

The boys had come back from the races
All silent and down on their luck;
They'd backed 'em, straight out and for places,
But never a winner they's struck.
They lost their good money on Slogan,
And fell most uncommonly flat
When Partner, the pride of the Bogan,
Was beaten by Aristocrat.
And one said, "I move that instanter
We sell out our horses and quit;
The brutes ought to win in a canter,
Such trials they do when they're fit.
The last one they ran was a snorter --
A gallop to gladden one's heart --
Two-twelve for a mile and a quarter,
And finished as straight as a dart.

"And then when I think that they're ready
To win me a nice little swag,
They are licked like the veriest neddy --

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poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Heaven Tonight

Here comes a sign in the form of a girl
Shes the finest, sweetest thing in the world
Oh, take you to heaven tonight
I feel the horses coming galloping
In the summers end
Take you to heaven tonight
Oh, because I love you
For what you are
Ill gallop to you
Tonight, tonight I will ride
Ill give it to you
Well go to heaven tonight
Tonight
I dont know why ?
Oh baby, I was heading for heaven tonight
Ill go to heaven tonight
I feel the horses coming galloping
Ill never grow old, Ill go to heaven tonight
Because I love you
For what you are

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song performed by Hole
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