C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
Théophile Marzials (1850–1920)
Twickenham Ferry
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(The brier’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.
(The brier’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 looked sweet
As the little pink flower that grows in the wheat,
With her cheeks like a rose and her lips like a cherry—
“And sure, but you’re welcome to Twickenham Town.”
(The brier’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 Oho!” 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.