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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.

Théophile Julius Henry Marzials b. 1850

Twickenham Ferry

“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 ’t is 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 ’t is 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 have n’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.