Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By George HenryBoker435 The Ferry
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Ferry me over the ferry,—
Her hair was as bright as the waves of a rill,
When the sun on the brink of his setting stands still,
Her lips were as full as a cherry.
Ferry me over the ferry,—
He gave her broad silver and gold for his will:
She glanced at the stranger, she glanced o’er the still,
The maiden was gentle and merry.
Ferry me over the ferry,—
“O! silver and gold on your lordship I ’d rain,
I ’d double your pleasure, I ’d double my pain,
This moment forever to bury.”