A Canadian Boat Song

• 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!
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• 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, the stream runs fast,
• The rapids are near and the daylight's past!
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• Utawas' tide! this trembling moon
• Shall see us float over thy surges soon.
• Saint of this green isle! hear our prayers,
• Oh, grant us cool heavens and favouring airs.
• Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast,
• The rapids are near and the daylight's past!