 Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune, and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look 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.  Melodies, Songs, Sacred Songs, and National Airs - Page 83by Thomas Moore - 1825 - 300 pagesFull view - About this book
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...cheering lay, hope ever sings us, Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.4 CANADIAN BOAT SONG. Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep...tune and our oars keep time; Soon as the woods on the shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn; Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,... | |
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