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.
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 moonShall see us float over thy surges soonSaint of this green isle, hear our prayer,Grant us cool heavens and favouring air,Blow, breezes, blow, &c.

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