Into a ditch, or else behind a mound,
To sit and cool myself, if I perspire,
Awhile—and dust my hat, and look around
For a fresh spring in some convenient place,
To smarten up, and wash my hands and face.
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As I pass on, with slow and easy pace,
“A gentleman from town,” the people say,
“Most likely lodging in some neighbouring place,
And sauntering forth t’ enjoy this summer day;”