Twickenham Ferry

by Théophile Marzials

“AHOY! and O-ho! and it’s who’s for the ferry?”
        (The briar’s in bud and the sun going down)
“And I’ll row ye so quick and I’ll row ye so steady,
        And ’tis but a penny to Twickenham Town.”
    The ferryman’s slim and the ferryman’s young,
    With just a soft tang in the turn of his tongue;
And he’s fresh as a pippin and brown as a berry,
        And ’tis but a penny to Twickenham Town.

“Ahoy! and O-ho! and it’s I’m for the ferry,”
        (The briar’s in bud and the sun going down)
“And it’s late as it is and I haven’t a penny—
        Oh! how can I get me to Twickenham Town?”
    She’d a rose in her bonnet, and oh! she look’d sweet
    As the little pink flower that grows in the wheat,
With her cheeks like a rose and her lips like a cherry—
        “It’s sure but you’re welcome to Twickenham Town.”

“Ahoy! and O-ho!”—You’re too late for the ferry,
        (The briar’s in bud and the sun has gone down)
And he’s not rowing quick and he’s not rowing steady;
        It seems quite a journey to Twickenham Town.
    “Ahoy! and O-ho!” you may call as you will;
    The young moon is rising o’er Petersham Hill;
And, with Love like a rose in the stern of the wherry,
        There’s danger in crossing to Twickenham Town.


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