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THE FERRY.
One morn I rose right early to get me o'er the ferry,Whereas I met a fair maid as bonny as a cherry:
Around the happy boat king Neptune's nymphs did play:
So Beauty doth embrave it and bear the palm away.
No crown of gold and jewels that ever queen did wear
With her uncrownèd forehead for wonder might compare.
With a heave ahoy, boys, heave ho!
So merrily we go
Whilst nimble winds the sails do kiss.
What a brave world is this:
No joy sweet lovers miss!
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