I saw thee coming down the street,

She by your side in bonnet bloo;

The stuns that grated ’neath thy feet

Seemed crunching on my vitals too.

Oh Josiah,

It seemed as if I must expiah.

I saw thee washing sheep last night,

On the bridge I stood with marble brow,

The waters raged, thou clasped it tight,

I sighed, ‘should both be drownded now—’