FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look 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.
Beauties of the Scottish poets, or Harp of Renfrewshire, a collection of ... - Página 384
de Renfrew county - 1821
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