When the weather finally was fit for rowing, I'd haul out the pram (little flat bowed dingy) & row out passed a point in the river (Bass River, Cape Cod) where the creek joined the river just before it met Nantucket Sound & every year the first time I'd pass that point I'd sing at the top of my lungs (I couldn't be heard) Sam Cook's "Cupid Draw Back Your Bow" (maybe it was just Cupid?), I know not folk but it was a huge hit for me in those days (late 50's).

Barry