Add to ORKG1st VoiceSee, Brothers, see, how the night comes on,Slowly sinks the setting sun,Hark how the solemn vesper clearSweetly falls upon the ear;Then haste let us work till the daylight is o\u27er And fold our nets as we row to shoreOur toil and labour being doneHow sweet the boatmans welcome home.Home, home, home, the Boatman\u27s welcome home,Sweet O sweet the Boatman\u27s welcome home. 2d VoiceSee how the tints of daylight die,Soon we\u27ll hear the tender sigh;For when the toil of labour\u27s o\u27er, We shall meet our friends on shore;Then haste let us &c.For fame or gold how e\u27er we roam,No sound so sweet as welcome home.Home, home, &c. Then let us haste let us work till daylight is o\u27er,And fold our nets as we row to shore.Our toil ...