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

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

Oh, swiftly glides the bonnie boat.
Just parted from the shore,
And to the fisher's chorus-note,
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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 read more

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.

Faintly as tolls the evening chime,
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time,
Soon as read more

Faintly as tolls the evening chime,
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time,
Soon as the woods on shore 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.

The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
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The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were lovesick with them; the oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes.

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

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

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

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

Gracefully, gracefully glides our bark
On the bosom of Father Thames,
And before her bows the wavelets read more

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

We lie and listen to the hissing waves,
Wherein our boat seems sharpening its keel,
Which on read more

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.