Canadian Boat Song (Thomas Moore 1779-1852) Faintly as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time 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 The rapids are near and the daylight's past. Why should we yet our sail unfurl There is not a breath the blue wave to curl There is not a breath the blue wave to curl But when the wind blows off the shore Oh, sweetly we'll rest the weary oar Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast The rapids are near and the daylight's past The rapids are near and the daylight's past.