This post stays on the river with the ‘Railway Poet’ Thomas Aggett. This poem is from his book ‘Vagabond Verses’ published in the early 20th century. He seemed to have had an obsession (or fantasy) about women in boats.
On (and in) the Teign
The river was swollen with sweat
From the brows of the mountains around,
And ‘twas useless, when we got upset,
Our trying to walk on the ground.
But Mary got air in her dress
Which luckily kept her afloat,
And I struggled a bit, you may guess,
While I clutched at the overturned boat.
Afraid of a watery grave,
We made up a terrible fuss;
But Providence seeks but to save
Great sinners – and lucky for us.
Want to know more about Aggett’s obsession (or maybe not!)?
Check out: “An Accident“