Scope and ContentO, WHO WILL ROW ME TO SAUGATUCK TOWN? Words and music by - "Winnie" Moore (of Saugatuck Town). --- O ho! Ye-ho ! Ho-ye-ho! Who's for the ferry? The trees are in bud and the sun's going down. I haven't a ticket, I haven't a penny -- O, who will row me to Saugatuck town? 'Were the ferryman slim and the ferryman young, With just an Irish lilt at the end of his tongue, He's as fleet as an antelope, strong, sure and steady. O, who will row me to Saugatuck town? O-ho ! Ye-ho ! Ho-ye-ho ! Ho-ye-ho-ho ! On Saugatuck shore is the bend of the river -- The swift-flowing river, the Kalamazoo. On "Old Baldhead's" banks the white pines are guarding The ripple and slip of the redskin's canoe. Mayflowers and violets grow in the vales; Trilliums, they carpet and crown the side-hills. O, the spring of the year is a wondrous time For Denny to row you to Saugatuck town. O-ho, Ye-ho, Ho-ye-ho, Ho-ye-ho-ho! Old Saugatuck town, where the redskins did dwell -- The white folk are pitching their tents on the green; A pretty white pike stretches right through the town, Of the fruit-laden orchards of ye Kalamazoo. There's an old-fashioned ferry, unique in its way -- An attraction found nowhere 'cept in old Saugatuck. Sweet are the memories of that dear old ferry -- 'Twas a kiss from pretty Nan that got her across To Saugatuck town, The glory of the sunset is a marvel of beauty; The high lights reflect in the far eastern sky: The artists with brush paint the brilliance of nature When across old Lake Michigan the sun's about to die. "A red sky at night is the sailor's delight -- With sails set the ship ventures to follow its light, And the birds of the sea bring a message to me That safe in the harbor is our Nannie Lee -- From Saugatuck town.