It was a tall young Oysterman lived by the riverside,
His shop was just upon the bank, his boat was on the tide;
The daughter of a Fisherman, that was so straight and slim,
Lived over on the other bank, right opposite to him.
It was the pensive Oysterman that saw a lovely maid,
Upon a moonlight evening, a-sitting in the shade;
He saw her wave her handkerchief, as much as if to say,
“I’m wide awake, young Oysterman, and all the folks away.”
Then up arose the Oysterman, and to himself said he,
“I guess I’ll leave the skiff at home, for fear that folks should see;