George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис)

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!

1. The Deserted Bride
2. Woodman, Spare That Tree!
3. The Land of Washington
4. The Soldier's Welcome Home
5. Land-Ho!

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