Row, Boys!

The sun sinks in the sea

and weary men are we;

the live long day

have we plied the oar

far far away

in the misty shore.

Row, row boys!

Beloved eyes so bright

gaze through the fading light

bless be the moon that rises free

over the wide and silvered sea.

Row, row boys!

A breeze to its tune

the waves will be dancing soon;

our bonny bark rides on the rising sea.

Hoist the sail and away go we!

Row, row boys!