“THERE was a gay maiden lived down by the mill,-
Ferry me over the ferry,-
Her hair was as bright as the waves of a rill,
When the sun on the brink of his setting stands still,
Her lips were as full as a cherry.
A stranger came galloping over the hill,-
Ferry me over the ferry,-
He gave her broad silver and gold for his will:
She glanced at the stranger, she glanced o’er the still,
The maiden was gentle and merry.
“”O! what would you give for your virtue again?””-
Ferry me over the ferry,-
“”O! silver and gold on your lordship I ‘d rain,
I ‘d double your pleasure, I ‘d double my pain,
This moment forever to bury.””
(George Henry Boker)”
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