Merrily - The Gladiators

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…