You’d think ’twas a journey to Twickenham Town.
“O hoi, and O ho,” you may call as you will,
The moon is a rising on Peterham Hill,
And with love like a rose in the stern of the wherry,
There’s danger in crossing to Twickenham Town.
O-hoi ye-ho, Ho-ye-ho, Ho-ye-ho, Ho.
GRANDMOTHER’S CHAIR.
The words to be sung are printed in italics.