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As I sat down by Saddle Stream / To bathe my dusty feet there,
A boy was standing on the bridge / Any girl would meet there.
As I went over Woody Knob / And dipped into the hollow,
A youth was coming up the hill / Any maid would follow.
Then in I turned at my own gate,- / And nothing to be sad for-
To such a man as any wife / Would pass a pretty lad for.