TRANSLATED BY MARY A. M’IVER

See you it dancing along o’er the wave ?

Well o’er the breadth of the coast is it known, | My beautiful vessel, so buoyant and brave ;

*T is the sure shelter from danger alone.

Mark it shoot forward, ’neath stroke of the oar,

Mid the black squall, or the wind, or the snow ;

1 Then, let us sing the old ballad once more,

Song of the Boatmen, as onward wa row !

*T is the first bark past the ice fleet that steers,

When spring is seen in the distance again,

; ’T is the last ever that bravely appears

When the loud menace of storms is in vain.

| Fearlessly then we responi to the roar

Of the wild tempests of wind and of snow ;—

| Then, let us sing the old ballad once more,

Song of the Boatmen, as onward we row !

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