Grog/Row, Brothers, Row
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ROW, BROTHERS, ROW.
Faintly as tolls the ev'ning chime,
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time,
Soon as the woods on shore look dim,
We'll sing at Saint Ann's our parting hymn.
Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near, and the day-light's past.
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time,
Soon as the woods on shore look dim,
We'll sing at Saint Ann's our parting hymn.
Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near, and the day-light's past.
Why should we yet our sail unfurl?
There is not a breath the blue wave to curl.
But when the wind blows off the shore,
Oh, sweetly we'll rest our weary oar.
Blow, breezes, blow, &c.
There is not a breath the blue wave to curl.
But when the wind blows off the shore,
Oh, sweetly we'll rest our weary oar.
Blow, breezes, blow, &c.
Utawa tide, this trembling moon
Shall see us float over thy surges soon
Saint of this green isle, hear our prayer,
Grant us cool heavens and favouring air,
Blow, breezes, blow, &c.
Shall see us float over thy surges soon
Saint of this green isle, hear our prayer,
Grant us cool heavens and favouring air,
Blow, breezes, blow, &c.