Yonder lays a crawling valley,
Where mustangs once did graze,
Amongst the sage and prairie grass,
But, that was in my younger days;
Now coyotes howl and eagles shrill,
At the setting sun on yonder hills,
We mourn the horses of crawling valley.
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Yonder lays a crawling valley,
Where mustangs once did graze,
Amongst the sage and prairie grass,
But, that was in my younger days;
Now coyotes howl and eagles shrill,
At the setting sun on yonder hills,
We mourn the horses of crawling valley.
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