The Minstrel was fatigued and dry!
From Wargrave he came walking down,
In hope to soon reach Henley town;
And at the "Lion" find repast,
To slake his thirst and break his fast.
Alas! there's neither punt or wherry
To take him over Bolney Ferry!
He gazes to the left and right—
No craft is anywhere in sight,
Except the horse-boat he espied