“Will you float in my boat
Down to the town?”

“Sir, I’m in dread.”

“Why, blooming maid,
Are you afraid?”

“Lest over the foam
Far away from my home,
You might carry me
And marry me,
Sir,” she said.

“If I land on the strand
Say, will you stay?”

“P’rhaps then I would.”

“Now Colleen dear,
Sure you’ll not fear
In my curragh to glide
For an hour on the tide.”

“Ah! I’d rather ask father,
Indeed, I should.”

“May I bring you the ring?
Call Father Paul?”

“Mother says yes!”

“Do you say so?”

“I don’t say no.”

“Then come in my boat
For an hour let us float
Then I’ll marry and carry you
Off to bliss.”