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Once a jolly ranger rode out through the Hither-lands,
“I’m going to find what’s Beyond,” said he,
But he sang as the devils swooped down in their multitudes,
“Who’ll come exploring the Hinter with me?”

Up came the ranger, riding to the crater rim,
Down came the cliffside in a storm of scree,
And he sang as he dug his krad out of the mountainside,
“Who’ll come exploring the Hinter with me?”

Out rode the ranger, out into the wilderness,
There was no shelter, nor rock, nor tree,
And he sang as the cold wind snatched the clothes from off his back,
“Who’ll come exploring the Hinter with me?”

North went the ranger, seeking for a guiding star,
Drank from a stream by a sunless sea,
And he cursed as the poison ate him from the inside out,
“Who’ll come exploring the Hinter with me?”

Back came the ranger, dreaming of the Hither-lands,
Down ran his air-tanks, one, two, three…
And his ghost can be heard in the spin-wind and the engine-growl,
“Who’ll come exploring the Hinter with me?”

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