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| “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, | 5 |
| 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. | |
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| “Ahoy! and O-ho! and it ’s I ’m for the ferry,” | |
| (The briar ’s in bud and the sun going down) | 10 |
| “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— | 15 |
| “It ’s sure but you ’re welcome to Twickenham Town,” | |
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| “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. | 20 |
| “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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