THE dusty young man riding the wiry little dun was singing as if he hadn't a care in the world:
"Around her neck she wore a yellow ribbon;
She wore it in December and in the month of May.
I asked her why she wore the yellow ribbon;
"Around her neck she wore a yellow ribbon;
She wore it in December and in the month of May.
I asked her why she wore the yellow ribbon;
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