Boating

"Row, row, row your boat, Gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, Life is but a dream."

"Like the watermen that row one way and look another."

"On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar."

"All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are plied, While little hands make vain pretense Our wanderings to guide."

"And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept the time."

"Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale."

"The oars were silver: Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke."

"Oh, swiftly glides the bonnie boat, Just parted from the shore, And to the fisher's chorus-note, Soft moves the dipping oar!"

"But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost."

"We lie and listen to the hissing waves, Wherein our boat seems sharpening its keel, Which on the sea's face all unthankful graves An arrowed scratch as with a tool of steel."

"The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat."

"Like the watermen who advance forward while they look backward."

"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!"

"Gracefully, gracefully glides our bark On the bosom of Father Thames, And before her bows the wavelets dark Break into a thousand gems."

"Like watermen who look astern while they row the boat ahead."