John, as we understood, went to Wisconsin and settled in Whitewater.
Good was his horse and grand his gear, And his girths were wet with Whitewater.
Come hither, daughter, fine and fair, Here is a Wooer from Whitewater.
While the north wind swept the hillside there They forgat the other Whitewater.
Come, love; is the way so long and drear From Whitewater to Whitewater?