Come hither, gently rowing,
Come, bear me quickly
This stream so brightly
To yonder woodland shore.
But vain were my
To pay thee, courteous guide;
Row on, row on, for everI'd have thee by my side.
Good boatman, prithee haste thee,
I seek my father-land. --Say, when I there have placed thee,
Dare I demand thy hand?
A maiden's head can
So hard a point decide;
Row on, row on, for everI'd have thee by my side.
The happy bridal
The wanderer ceased to roam,
For, seated by her lover,
The boat became her home.
And they still sang
As steering o'er the tide:
Row on through wind and
For ever by my side.
