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