‘ Come hither, gently rowing,
Come, bear me quickly o'er
This stream so brightly flowing
To yonder woodland shore.
But vain were my endeavour
To pay thee, courteous guide;
Row on, row on, for ever
I'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 never
So hard a point decide;
Row on, row on, for ever
I'd have thee by my side.’
The happy bridal over
The wanderer ceased to roam,
For, seated by her lover,
The boat became her home.
And still they sang together
As steering o'er the tide:
‘ Row on through wind and weather
For ever by my side.’