Boat-Song.

Pull away merrily—over the waters! Bend to your oars for the wood-tangled shore; We're off and afloat with earth's loveliest daughters, Worth all the argosies wave ever bore. Pull away gallantly—pull away valiantly— Pull with a swoop, boys; and pull for the shore: Merrily, merrily, bend to the oar! Pull away cheerily!—land is before us— Green groves are flinging their balm to the spray; The sky, like the spirit of love, bending o'er us, Lights her bright torches to show us the way. Pull away charily—pull away warily— Pull with a nerve, boys; together give way: Merrily, merrily, pull to the lay! Pull away heartily—light winds are blowing, Crisping the ripples that dance at our side; The moon bathes in silver the path we are going, And night is arrayed in her robes like a bride. Pull away readily—pull away steadily— Pull with a will, boys, and sing as we glide Merrily, merrily, over the tide!