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