Classic Poem

(Round)

Then you'll see our oars with feathered spray, as they
sparkle in the beam of day, In our little bark we glide
swiftly o'er the silent tide. In our little
bark we glide swiftly o'er the silent tide. From
yonder lone and rocky shore, the warrior his heritage
to restore, O the warrior's heritage to restore! And
sweet the morning breezes blow, While thus in measure time we'll row, We'll
row, oh, we'll row, oh, in measure time we'll row! We'll
row, oh, we'll row, oh, in measure time we'll row!