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Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We‘ll cheerfully sing our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row; the stream runs fast, The Rapid’s are near, and the daylight’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 upon our oar. Blow, breezes, blow; the stream runs fast, The Rapid’s are near, and the daylight’s past.

On ! slumber, my darling, thy sire is a knight, Thy mother a lady so lovely and bright, The hills and the dales from the tow’rs, which
 * we see,

They all shall belong, my dear infant, to thee. Oh! rest thee babe, rest thee babe, sleep on till
 * day,

Oh ! rest thee babe, rest thee babe, sleep while
 * you may.

Oh! rest thee, my darling, the time it shall come, When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and
 * drum.

Then rest thee, my darling, oh ! sleep while you
 * may,

for war comes with manhood, as light comes
 * with day.