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Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed.

Walter de La Mare

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Walter de La Mare
Age: 83 †
Born: 1873
Born: April 25
Died: 1956
Died: June 22
Novelist
Poet
Prosaist
Writer
Charlton
London
Walter Ramal
Walter John de la Mare
Jolly
Coats
Horses
Red
Bed
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Three
Rode

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When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes.
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