Classic Poem

Plash of the swell on the spit's barren marge,
Scream of the fish hawk disturbed by our barge,
Muffled our oars from the fierce shores,
Tories we are and our trust is King George!

Low chorus:
Homeless we row;
God wills it so!
Praise Him that giveth the rivers to flow!
Pine trees to grow, starlight to glow,
Isles in the mist where we refugees row!

Yesterday, neighbors we took by the hand,
Homestakes we had from old time in the land,
Sweethearts and brides graves side by side,
Now we have nowhere to love and abide.

Low chorus:
Homeless we row;
God wills it so!
Praise Him that giveth the rivers to flow!
Pine trees to grow, starlight to glow,
Isles in the mist where we refugees row!

Friends preaching peace, were our forefathers, when
'Twas to lie down by the bay, Englishmen;
Asked we a cause; who broke the laws?—
It was Rebellion and Death should we pause.

Low chorus:
Homeless we row;
God wills it so!
Praise Him that giveth the rivers to flow!
Pine trees to grow, starlight to glow,
Isles in the mist where we refugees row!

Long is the strife and perhaps we were wrong,
What seemed the weakest now waxes the strong.
Where shall we turn? O, how we yearn
To come to land, though it be to our urn!

Low chorus:
Homeless we row;
God wills it so!
Praise Him that giveth the rivers to flow!
Pine trees to grow, starlight to glow,
Isles in the mist where we refugees row!