Will you float in my boat?

“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.”