RIVER VOICES As I walked down by the river Close by the sounding sea, Up rose three water maidens Who stretched white arms to me, ‘Come here, you lilting stranger Who whistles as sharp as tin, We’ll give you a bed, a crown for your head, And our hair to wrap you in.’ ‘No thanks, my jacket’s good enough, And my old black tarpaulin.’ Then ups the old green river-man, ‘Come Jerry my boy,’ says he,…