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Lift me down to the creek bank, Jack, / It must be fresher outside; / The long hot day is well-nigh done; / It's a chance if I see another one; / I should like to look on the setting sun, / And the water, cool and wide.
We didn't think it would be like this / Last week, as we rode together; / True mates we've been in this far land / For many a year, since Devon's strand / We left for these wastes of sun-scorched sand / In the blessed English weather.