Boat-Song.

By George Pope Morris

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!