It was old Jerry Brown,
Who-d an office in town,
And he used to get jocular, very;
And he-d go to the Shore
When they-d serve him no more,
And, of course, by the passenger ferry,
A sight on the passenger ferry.
Now this is a song of the ferry,
And a lay of the juice of the berry;
-Tis the ballad of Brown,
Who-d a business in town,
And commenced to go down
Very slow,
Don-t you know?
By coming home just a bit merry.

By the Drunks- Boat-that-s right-
On a Saturday night
He would often be past being merry;
With his back teeth afloat,
On the twelve o-clock boat,
And a spectacle there on the ferry
(A picture to all on the ferry).

In the mornings, ashamed-
-Twas the last drink he blamed,
Though the first was the matter with Jerry,
With his nerve out of joint,
He-d sneak down to Blue-s Point,
And he-d cross by the horse-and-cart ferry,
Like a thief-by the horse-and-cart ferry.

But long before night
He-d most likely be tight,
And a subject and theme for George Perry;
And he-d cross to the Shore,
Somewhat worse than before,
And a nuisance to all on the ferry;
Singing-drunk on the passenger ferry.

And so it went on
Till his reason seemed gone,
And the Law, so it seemed, got a derry
On Brown. He went down,
And they sent him to town
One day, by -the trap,� on the ferry-
The Government trap on the ferry.

He was sober and sane
When he came back again,
And the past he-d determined to bury-
Or, I mean, live it down-
And he crossed from the town
Like a man, on the passenger ferry.
(There were sceptical souls on that ferry.)

They say -twas the jaw
Of his mother-in-law
Drove him back to the juice of the berry;
But he soon got afloat
On the passenger boat
Or adrift on the horse-and-cart ferry
(Wrongly called the ve-hic-ular ferry).

The drink had him fast,
And he drank till at last
He dried up-a withered old cherry;
And they thought him no loss
When they sent him across
In a box, on the cart-and-horse ferry-
In a low, covered trap on the ferry.

Which I rise to explain-
If the moral ain-t plain,
And if you-re a cove that gets merry-
Always stick, when -afloat,�
To the passenger boat;
Or else to the cart-and-horse ferry,
Or you-ll make matters worse, like old Jerry.

But this is the song of the ferry,
And the lay of the juice of the berry;
And you will not deny-
If you read by-and-bye-
That the casual eye
Of the Tight
At first sight
Misses much in the song of the ferry.