Near Richmond ‘Flat there lives a maid
More fair than summer morn,
Who has completely turned my head,
And left me now forlorn:
This lass so neat, who smiles so sweet,
To wed is in no hurry;
Although she knows I languish for
The Maid of Richmond Ferry.
Now happy would this Digger be
To call this nymph his own !
If she should say, “my husband be,”
I’d live for her alone.
But this lovely lags, whom none surpass,
In love affairs does vary
So much, I’ve almost lost all hope
Of the Maid of Richmond ferry.
St.. Kilda is a charming spot,
And Collingwood is pretty,
Prahran and Windsor I admire,
And Hawthorne, for their beauty.
But Richmond is the spot most deal
For there I oft make merry
With lemonade, and ginger beer,
And the Maid of Richmond Ferry