Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream.English nursery rhyme. 19. century or before.
In the very early spring a 17 years old girl and I rose at 5 o´clock in the morning and rowed the two miles to the island of Nekseloe.
The sea was quite calm and very, very beautiful, and so was the girl. Today I have been together with her for 62 years. On our way home at midday a strong gale rose, the waves got very big, and the water started to pour over the sides of the boat, so we had to take an alternative route home. Since it was a bit dangerous, the girl sat in the bottom of the boat, and since she was afraid, she started singing to keep the fear and the water demons away. Luckily she is still singing to me, keeping the demons away.