I think many of us know the verse you're thinking of as part of "At the Foot of Yonder Mountain," a song Richard Chase learned from old Horton Barker (see the Golden Vanity thread). The text may be found under that title in the DT. I'm sure Cecil Sharp (please note the lack of the "e" at the end of his name, so many people write it as Sharpe, which it ain't) also collected the song in Appalachia, but my books are on the other side of the house, making it hard for me to look it up. I remember hearing Andrew Rowan Summers sing in, back in the dark ages. He recorded for Folkways, all stuff from the Sharp collection sung with dulcimer accompaniments.

Sandy