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 sill; 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." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE THIRD DAY: SCANDERBERG by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE CAT OF CATS by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS TO THE MAN-OF-WAR-BIRD by WALT WHITMAN KEEPERS OF THE SUN by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH DROWNED IN HARBOUR by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 53. ALLAH-AL-WAKIL by EDWIN ARNOLD |