Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping by
To watch his woods fill up with snow.<\/p>\n
My little horse gives out a cry
As, trembling, he wonders why
We stop and eye the darkened lake
Whose foul odours make him shy.<\/p>\n
He gives his harness bells a shake
Which proves to be a grave mistake
As from the water dark things creep
To drag our wagon toward the lake.<\/p>\n
The woods are dreadful, dark and deep
And as he screams, and as I weep,
We rue we woke them from their sleep,
We rue we woke them from their sleep.<\/p>\n
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