The reason of the Bard's distress.

A brindled bull-dog she calls "Jerry,"

Comes with her over Bolney Ferry!

She pulls, and then she pulls again,

With shapely hands, the rusty chain;

She smiles, and, with a softened frown,

She bids her faithful dog lie down.

As she approaches near the shore

She shows her dimples more and more.

Her short white teeth, lips like a cherry