Yo ho ! Our boat is riding
O’er waters smooth ’tis gliding.
Oh hear the wave-lets rippling.
Cool blows the gentle breeze,
Soft the shadows of the trees.
Light breezes blow, Calm waters flow,
Swift oars are rowing, rowing free.
So singing low, onward we go,
Over the calm summer sea.
O’er the gentle summer sea,
O’er the gentle summer sea.
