Canoeing Song

                   I.

The south wind blows and gayly throws

     The waves about in glee;

While wing and wing with dip and swing,

     Comes old canoe and me.

The sea is rough, but just enough

     To dare us for a skim;

And here are we, right merrily,

     All sail set neat and trim.

               Chorus

Ahoy, ahoy! you lubber boy,

     Clear out or down you go;

Canoe and me command the sea,

     And blow, ye South winds blow.

                   II.

O, see her dip! my saucy ship,

     And see her ride again;

No stauncher boat was e’er afloat,

     Or ever crossed the main.

The camp is near, I hear them cheer,

     Blow strong ye South winds blow;

While wing and wing, we plough and swing,

     And shoreward fast we go.

March 19, ‘94

Pub. in Forest and

Stream, July 14, ‘94 

                                                     

                                                             One of the challengers for the New York Canoe Club's International Cup in 1886.