To row me over with Mary.”
“Now who be he vould cross the Thames
Ven it’s dark and ’tis high vater?”
“Vy Billy Downey is my name,
And this is Black Joe’s Daughter.
“Afore her daddy’s ’prentice boys!
An hour we’ve run away, man!
Should they catch us they’d make a noise,
And my poor back vould pay, man.”
Up jumps the vaterman, “I’ll pull;