Poems (Baldwyn)/The Boatman's Song
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THE BOATMAN'S SONG.
The moon is up and shining bright,
The ev'ning star is in the west,
And, by their softly-beaming light,
We'll haste to those we love the best.
Ply, ply the oar! commence the song!
Row swiftly by the shore along.
The ev'ning star is in the west,
And, by their softly-beaming light,
We'll haste to those we love the best.
Ply, ply the oar! commence the song!
Row swiftly by the shore along.
No ripple is upon the lake;
There is no breeze, then furl the sail;
Our songs alone the silence break,
Or else the laughter-moving tale.
Ply, ply the oar! I long to meet
My lov'd ones in yon calm retreat.
There is no breeze, then furl the sail;
Our songs alone the silence break,
Or else the laughter-moving tale.
Ply, ply the oar! I long to meet
My lov'd ones in yon calm retreat.
Oh, it is sweet to haste at eve,
When labour's past, when work is o'er,
To those who kindly will receive,
Where love is watching at the door.
Ply, ply the oar, and haste along!
Join all your voices in my song!
When labour's past, when work is o'er,
To those who kindly will receive,
Where love is watching at the door.
Ply, ply the oar, and haste along!
Join all your voices in my song!
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