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And all the way, to guide their chime,
With falling oars they kept the time.
And all the way, to guide their chime,
With falling oars they kept the time.
The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
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The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were lovesick with them; the oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes.
Like the watermen that row one way and look another.
Like the watermen that row one way and look another.
Faintly as tolls the evening chime,
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time,
Soon as read more
Faintly as tolls the evening chime,
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time,
Soon as the woods on shore dim,
We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn;
Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Like watermen who look astern while they row the boat ahead.
Like watermen who look astern while they row the boat ahead.
Oh, swiftly glides the bonnie boat.
Just parted from the shore,
And to the fisher's chorus-note,
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Oh, swiftly glides the bonnie boat.
Just parted from the shore,
And to the fisher's chorus-note,
Soft moves the dipping oar!
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat.
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat.
Gracefully, gracefully glides our bark
On the bosom of Father Thames,
And before her bows the wavelets read more
Gracefully, gracefully glides our bark
On the bosom of Father Thames,
And before her bows the wavelets dark
Break into a thousand gems.
On the ear
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
On the ear
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
