Gently Down The Stream

Boys, out of your shoes —
Cast off from the high rugged bluffs
That you’ve held onto
Laid out from the spin
The cold currents from St. James Infirmiry
Pull you in
Row row row this old boat down to the sea
Out here in the blue
The sheer cliffs there at Montague Terrace
Still call to you
Row row row this old boat down to the start of the sea
You can search this wide world over and never find me
Lights swing on the shore —
Your hand has been holding the lantern in store
Row row row this dear old boat as we go to the sea
You can search this wide world over and never find me