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Merrily, merrily I'm a rowing my boat Gently, gently Upon the waters I said I'm riding away From destruction Moving away from tribulation I'm riding away from starvation Moving away from corruption My cup is full And running over Right now So I've got to move I surely got to move Tell you I can hear the sound of the trumpet See them heathen an' how them a fret I can hear them bawling for mercy But too late, too late Mercy God So, Merrily, merrily I'm a rowing my boat Gently, gently Upon the waters......... From Letras Mania