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callyum callyump callyump
the horse are over the hump
the paddocks ready
the grass is stady
callyump callyump callyump

today we are moving the saddles
the tac and the grain and the hay
the day will be filled to the waddles
with moving the horses this way

we load them into the trailor
they ride for a distance or two
they leave all their friends they are sailors
moving from here to the blue

callyum callyump they will gallop
around their new grassy home
callyump callyump in the balence
where not one buffalo roams

they're stuck in their places for summer
then winter they move back again
callyump callump they are horses
dreaming of a freedom that's been