Air—"Twickenham Ferry."
O-hoi-ye-ho! Ho-ye-ho! Who's for the ferry?
(The moon sails on high, and the snow's coming down,)
A light gleams afar, and the church chimes are merry,
Their message goes pealing o'er country and town.
The ferryman's grey, and the ferryman's old;
But the passenger's young, and the passenger's bold;
And he's fresh as a pippin, and brown as a berry,
He laughs at the night, and he heeds not the cold.
O-hoi-ye-ho, Ho-ye-ho, Ho-ye-ho-Ho!