- Down by the stream where I first met Rebecca
- Down by the stream where the sun loves to shine
- Bright were the garlands I wove for Rebecca
- Bright were her eyes as they gazed into mine
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- One, two, three, four,
- Sometimes I wish there were more
- Ein, zwei, drei, vier
- I love the one that's near
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- Yet, nee, sam, see,
- So says the heathen Chinee
- Fair girls bereft, they will get left
- One, two and three
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- Down by the stream where I first met my treasure
- There by the stream where the sun always shines
- I'll always remember that moment of pleasure
- When she gave me her garland and said she was mine
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- Four girls I counted when I was a young man
- One was Rebecca the fairest to see
- Three girls I counted and sadly I left them
- For the one was Rebecca, the one girl for me
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