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Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near, and the day-light's past.
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.
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.
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.
ON A BANK OF FLOWERS.
On a bank of flowers in a summer's day,
Inviting and undress'd
In her bloom of years, bright Celia lay,
With love and sleep oppress'd;
When a youthful swain, with admiring eyes
Wished he durst the fair maid surprise,
With a fa, la, la, &c.
But he fear'd approaching spies.
Inviting and undress'd
In her bloom of years, bright Celia lay,
With love and sleep oppress'd;
When a youthful swain, with admiring eyes
Wished he durst the fair maid surprise,
With a fa, la, la, &c.
But he fear'd approaching spies.
As he gazed, a gentle breeze arose,
That fann'd her robes aside;
That fann'd her robes aside;
