As we glided down the river path,
Lush green grass on both sides we passed;
The soft beam of the evening sun,
Warming our faces, under a bridge we crossed.
The flowers swaying in the moist chilly breeze,
As varied in colour like the rainbow that peeked;
The smell of the woods inhaling deep,
We brushed the light drizzle off our sleeves.
As I lay back on the cushioned plank,
In level with the water like a raft;
I looked to my right and what do I see?
A little duck, struggling to keep pace with me.
I closed my eyes to seal in the beauty,
That around me was abundant and free;
When again I opened my eyes, what should I see-
A group of ducks was floating alongside me.
Under a pretty bridge, when once again we passed,
The blue eyed punt girl in English accent said to us:
“Magdalene Bridge off the river Cherwell it is –
From Oxfordshire, we’re punting downstream. ”