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.