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There's no earthly way of knowing, Which direction we are going, There's no knowing where we're rowing, Or which way the river's flowing, Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a blowing? There's not a speck of light a showing, So the danger must be growing, Are the fires of hell a glowing? Is the grizzly reaper mowing? Yes, the danger must be growing, For the rowers keep on rowing, and they're certainly not showing, Any signs that they are slowing.