This piece was once a song learned in my year five class in 1950. It was pretty ordinary until our teacher painted the picture of people huddled together listening as the hoof beats drew inexorably nearer. Praying that the sound wouldn't falter and change as they approached the gate down on the road. No-one knew what bad news might travel on the back of a swift horse, so such sounds late at night usually presaged calamity of some kind. I can recall the first two verses, but the second two are my own invention. They follow the storyline of the song (roughly) but it isn't exactly how I remember it. It is an intriguing piece I thought I'd share. Enjoy`` cheers Cass

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