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SHE was cargo and crew,

She was boatswain and skipper,

She was passenger too,

Of the Nutshell canoe;

And the eyes were so blue

Of this sweet tiny tripper!

She was cargo and crew,

She was boatswain and skipper!

How I bawled, "Ship, ahoy!"

Hard by Medmenham Ferry!

And she answered with joy,

She would like a convoy,

And would love to employ

A bold pilot so merry:

How I bawled, "Ship, ahoy!"

Hard by Medmenham Ferry!

'Neath the trees gold and red,

In that bright autumn weather,

When our white sails were spread,

O'er the waters we sped —

What was it she said?

When we drifted together!

'Neath the trees gold and red,

In that bright autumn weather!

Ah! the moments flew fast,

But our trip too soon ended!

When we reached land at last,

And our craft was made fast,

It was six or half-past —

And Mama looked offended!

Ah! the moments flew fast,

But our trip too soon ended!