We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable—
But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,
We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon;
And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.
We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry;
And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear,
From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;
And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold,
And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold.
We were very tired, we were very merry,
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
We hailed "Good morrow, mother!" to a shawl-covered head,
Just like the end of the previous stanza, the sun rises, yet again, symbolizing the end of yet another adventure. Except this time, the sunrise is described in a more languid way, giving us an image of a honey hive rather than a sun. 
 
 The “bucketful of gold” gives us an image of the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, a symbol for wealth, as well as luck. It is also a fantasy belonging to fairy-tales.
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