our muddy boots plod down the lane.
The snow has snowed, now the grass has growed
and it's time that we were on the road.
The mare is shod, the miles untrod
between us and the Land of God.
We're on our way and every day
is another ten miles and an armful of hay.
Hey ho! The wind and the rain!
It's another ten miles and a bucket of grain.
Come wind, come rain, we're off again;
our muddy boots plod down the lane.
The snow has snowed, the grass has growed
and it's time that we were on the road.
Hey ho! The wind and the rain!
The passerbys wave their arms and grin.
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