Do Something For Me, Boys

If I Should Die At Sea, Boys

Write A Little Note, Boys

Set It Off Afloat, Saying



Bless You, Bless You, All Of You Pretty Girls

Village And City Girls By The Quayside

Bless You, Bless You, All Of You Pretty Girls

Watching And Waiting By The Sea



Bless You, Bless You, All Of You Pretty Girls

Quiet Or Witty Girls By The Quayside

Bless You, Bless You, All Of You Pretty Girls

Watching And Waiting By The Sea



I Think About Your Pale Arms Waving

When I See The Caps Upon The Green

And The Rocking Roller-coaster Ocean

Think About You Every Night When I'm Fathoms Asleep

And In My Dreams

We Are Rocking In A Similar Motion



I Think About The Salt Sea Rolling

Down In Pearly Tears Upon Your Cheeks

Just Like The Day The Harbour Pulled Away

I Think About Your Warm White Sheets Unfolding

The More I Have To Drink

The More That I Can Think To Say