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.