She hid my saddle—long I sought—
“My oldest sister, seeking, found,
Swift on my horse’s back ’twas bound.
“She whispered, ‘Try and get there soon,
Riding along by the light o’ the moon.
“‘In body brave keep a good head,
Brother o’ mine!’ she laughing said.
“‘In Sweetheart Land there’s much to learn,
The road has many a curve and turn.
“‘Don’t loose your horse, don’t go astray;