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Hey ho ahoy we go. Row, me hearties. Row row row! Chucklin’ bubblin’ life’s a dream, I’m the brook that finds the stream. Hey ho ahoy we go. Row, me hearties. Row row row!
Sun an’ shade an’ fish aquiver, This ole stream flows to the river. Hey ho ahoy we go. Row, me hearties. Row row row!
Down mates down an’ foller me, I’m the river bound to the sea. hey ho ahoy we go. Row, me hearties. Row row row!
-Ruffgar Brookback, Lord Brocktree
Shrum, shrum, double die dum, Rivers may flow but the streams they do run Kissing the willows that droop sad and low, Through sunlight and shadow as onward they go. Shrum, shrum, fie upon thee, Ye rivers an’ streams that flow down to the sea, I sit by your banks through the long weary day, To mourn for my true love who you bore away. Shrum, shrum, cruel is fate, How long must I linger by water and wait, You babble round rock and you swirl around stone, And share your dark secrets with none but your own. Shrum, shrum, tears may fall, I’m bound for the place where the lone seabirds call, I’ll build me a boat and sail down to the sea, There I’ll search for the heart that is dearest to me. Shrum, shrum, shrummmmmmmmmm!
-Old Woodland Ballad, Pearls of Lutra
Shrum a too rye hey, shrum a too rye hey, Dig those paddles deep today, Where the alders shade me overhead, And trout swim on the broadstream bed. I’m a Guosim to the water wed, Shrum a too rye hey, shrum a too rye hey, I’ll see you one day to make, O’er any stream or pond or lake, A good ole logboat’s ripplin’ wake, Shrum a too rye hey, shrum a too rye hey, shrum shrummmmmm.
-Guosim Rowing Song, The Outcast of Redwall
Oh the Broadstream comes from who knows where, It flows to who knows whither, And I sail with it here an’ there, Wand’rin yon and hither. The place of waters is my home, For I’m a fearless rover. Through calm an’ storm I’m bound to roam, Until my days are over. Roll, roll and flow, and let the seasons gooooooooo.
-The Broadstream otters, Martin the Warrior
