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- on the Bald mountain Devil' rock lies a-glow
from beneath Devil's rock the Witch river's a-flow
even as water there seems so crystal and clear
no one should drink of it, never had never will
in heat and burning winter cold, lest trouble come your way
you gotta never drink at all Witch-river's water spray
let it lie hidden from the sun in burdock and in weed
and you this damned river's run don't need, don't need, don't need
birds are not singing there, sugar canes do not grow
only goats in spring drink from Witch river's flow
in the spring goats run to the Witch river's shores
so as fast as they can, they could grow their horns
in heat and burning winter cold, lest trouble come your way
you gotta never drink at all Witch-river's water spray
let it lie hidden from the sun in burdock and in weed
and you this damned river's run don't need, don't need, don't need
for whoever has drunk of that Witch river's slough
has forever forgot all that he used to love
so he'll run to the crooked river's shore once again
and the goats with say 'Hello, friend!' with a grin