Twa weavers/Canadian boat song
For other versions of this work, see A Canadian Boat Song.
A CANADIAN BOAT SONG.
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, brother’s, row, the stream run’s 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.
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.