For those who enjoy a tongue-in-cheek, modern (1864) version of an older ballad, here are the lyrics for a song written in Victoria, B.C.
Chief Douglas's Daughter is found in A. S. Farwell's manuscript in the B.C. Archives. His "Colonial Jottings" says, "Written by Ben Griffin on the elopement of Miss Douglas with Good." Griffin owned the Boomerang Hotel in Victoria. The End note: "From E Stamp. Dec. 1st 1864," would seem to indicate that Edward Stamp gave the song or words to Farwell.
The song, as pointed out by Phil Thomas in his Songs of the Pacific Northwest, is a reworking of the Thomas Campbell ballad, Lord Ullin's Daughter, from the turn of the 18th century. This poem was put to the tune of Pearl of the Irish Nation, which came from Charming Fair Eily. There is more than one version of the tune to be found. Ours is a reworking of Phil Thomas's.

CHIEF DOUGLAS'S DAUGHTER

A trav'ler bound across the sound
Cries, "Boatman, do not tarry
And Eagles three I'll give to thee
To row us o'er the Ferry!"
"Now who be ye would cross the flood,
This wild and stormy water?"
"Hush, man, I'm Secretary Good,
And this the Douglas daughter.

"Three days ago I sought her hand
Her Father bade me dry up,
And should he find me where I stand
He'd bung my other eye up."
Out spake the hardy boatman then,
"Come on my buck I am ready.
It is not for your Eagles bright
But for your plucky Lady.

"And by my word the bonny bird
Shall soon find fortune's frowns end
For tho' the waves are raging white
I'll take thee to Port Townsend."
The Chieftain after dinner sat
O'er his rum & water,
"But where's my Alice? Where's my pet,
My daughter, oh my daughter?"

He to his castle window hied.
He gazed out o'er the trellis
And in a schooner bobbing round
Espied his daughter Alice.
"What ho, my gallant Drake," he cried
"Quick to my house restore her.
Of old, your sire explored yon coast.
Go catch me yon 'Explorer'."

"Now haste, love, haste," the lady cried.
"Oh Charlie dear I'd rather
Be married on the other side
Than taken back to Father.
And by the rood my sight is good,
That sternmost schooner stuck in,
I'm sure I see that odious Drake.
I hope he will get a ducking."

The night fell dark, the lovers' barque
By Cupid's aid befriended
The land was made, the JP paid
And all their troubles ended.
And in the morn the gallant Drake
While brailing up the spanker
Espied the lovers in a Bay
Quite cosily at anchor.

Quick alongside, impetuously,
He boarded in a passion.
"Come back," said he. "I shan't,"
Said she, "I'm married Yankee fashion."
"Ah, is it so," cried Drake, "alas
None destiny can master.
Since Jonathan has tied you fast
John Bull must tie you faster.

"Come back, it is your sire's command
Tho' all his plans you've blighted
And since you've been united here
You'll there be reunited."
Back then they came and in the church,
Both Pa & Ma consenting,
The pair were wed, went home to bed,
And Drake was left lamenting.