We'll be home tonight by the light of the silvery moon. And my heart's a-thumpin' like a mandolin a-plunkin' a tune. When I get home, I'm fixin' to stay. So, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away.
Here's Alain Goriely. Also see Song of the Week.
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