THE JOLLY YOUNG WATERMAN.
And did you ne’er hear of a jolly young waterman,
Who at Blackfriars Bridge used for to ply,
And he feather’d his oars with such skill and dexterity,
Winning each heart and delighting each eye.
He look’d so neat, and he row’d so steadily,
The maidens all flock’d in his boat so readily,
And he eyed the young rogues with so charming an air,
That this waterman ne’er was in want of a fare.
What sights of fine folks he oft rowed in his wherry;