O ho! Ye-ho ! Ho-ye-ho!
Who's for the ferry?
The trees are in bud and the sun's going down.
I haven't a ticket,
I haven't a penny
O,who will row me to Saugatuck town?
'Were the ferryman slim and the ferryman young,
With just an Irish lilt at the end of his tongue,
He's as fleet as anantelope, strong, sure and steady.
O, who will row me to Saugatuck town?
O-ho ! Ye-ho ! Ho-ye-ho ! Ho-ye-ho-ho !
OnSaugatuck shore is the bend of the river
The swift-flowing river, the Kalamazoo.
Mayflowers and violets grow in the vales;
Trilliums, they carpet and crown the side-hills.
O, the spring of the year is a wondrous time
O-ho, Ye-ho, Ho-ye-ho, Ho-ye-ho-ho!
Old Saugatuck town, where the redskins did dwell-
The white folk are pitching their tents on the green;
A pretty white pike stretches right through the town,
There's an old-fashionedferry, unique in its way-
An attraction found nowhere '
Sweet are the memories of that dear old ferry-
To Saugatuck town,
The glory of the sunset is a marvel of beauty;
The high lights reflect inthe far eastern sky:
The artists with brush paint the brilliance of nature
"With sails set the ship ventures to follow its light,
And the birds of the sea bring a message to me
That safe in the harbor is our