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The 'ossman and his team
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To summer dusk on country lane; nodding head and bobbing mane;
The 'ossman with his team treads home weary from the day.
For since the dawn they've ploughed the line, right up to the dropping time,
And as the light declines then it's home to make their way.
Lyrics from "Dropping Time" by Beggars Velvet
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