Volume Ii Part 68 (1/2)

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 '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 looked 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.

Theophile Marzials [1850-

THE HUMOR OF LOVE

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I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine: For if from yours you will not part, Why then shouldst thou have mine?

Yet now I think on't, let it lie, To find it were in vain, For thou hast a thief in either eye Would steal it back again.

Why should two hearts in one breast lie, And yet not lodge together?

O love, where is thy sympathy, If thus our b.r.e.a.s.t.s thou sever?

But love is such a mystery, I cannot find it out: For when I think I'm best resolved, I then am most in doubt.

Then farewell care, and farewell woe!

I will no longer pine; For I'll believe I have her heart, As much as she hath mine.

John Suckling [1609-1642]

A BALLAD UPON A WEDDING

I tell thee, d.i.c.k, where I have been, Where I the rarest things have seen; Oh, things without compare!

Such sights again cannot be found In any place on English ground, Be it at wake or fair.