We’ll too raise the song, my boys,
Swift as we row along,
Each to his oar, boys—bend to the oar, boys,
Merrily, cheerily, row along;
And whilst the waters ripple round us,
We’ll too raise the song.
Spreads the wave, boys, broad and clear, boys!
Spreads the wave, boys, bright along;
And whilst our oars make merry dashings,
We’ll too raise the song;