Still, older that steersman, though stalwart and steady,
And many a journey and fare hath he known.
For the Ferryman's Time, and his fares are the Years,
And they greet him with smiles, and oft leave him in tears,
And the youth who to-night takes his seat in that wherry,
Knows not how 'tis freighted with hopes and with fears.
O-hoi-ye-ho, Ho-ye-ho, Ho-ye-ho-Ho!
O-hoi-ye-ho-Ho! 'Ninety-Five tries the ferry,
(The moon rides on high, and the snow silvers down,)
There's a smile on his lips, and his laughter is merry;