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LAGER.
(1866.)
We started for the Mountain,
Fanny and Jack and I;
The rising day was fresh and gay;
The horses seemed to fly.
I felt myself alive again,
And put my hand on Charley's mane,
A little ditch to try.
As we went up the Mountain,
Fanny and Jack and I,
We had to go extremely slow
To get so very high,
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