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.
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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!
Build me straight. O worthy Master!
Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel
That shall laugh at all read more
Build me straight. O worthy Master!
Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel
That shall laugh at all disaster,
And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!
There's not a ship that sails the ocean,
But every climate, every soil,
Must bring its tribute, read more
There's not a ship that sails the ocean,
But every climate, every soil,
Must bring its tribute, great or small,
And help to build the wooden wall!
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 true ship is the ship builder.
The true ship is the ship builder.
Ships that sailed for sunny isles,
But never came to shore.
Ships that sailed for sunny isles,
But never came to shore.
They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great
waters:
These see the read more
They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great
waters:
These see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep.
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill.
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill.
And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and
masts of ships.
And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and
masts of ships.
