Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
Théophile Julius Henry Marzials b. 1850Twickenham Ferry
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(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.
(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,”
(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.