Sweet Annabelle, 

As seen reclining on an ocean swell 

As the waves do lather up to lay her down 'til she's fast and sleeping. 

Oh well, I guess I'm something of a ne'er-do-well- who fell asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell. 

I'm on track and keeping. 



But oh, if I could only get you oceanside, 

to lay your muscles wide, 

it'd be heavenly. 

& oh, if I could only coax you overboard, 

to leave these lulling shores, 

to get you oceanside. 

Oceanside. Oceanside. oh. 



At rising tide, you're looking fresher than a July bride. 

We're picking up what our mothers always stigmatized. 

The field is right for reaping. 

Oh well, I guess I'm something of a ne'er do well, 

even though that's something I could never do well. 

I'm on track and keeping. 



But oh, if I could only get you oceanside, 

to lay your muscles wide, 

it'd be heavenly. 

Oh, if I could only coax you 

overboard, 

to leave these lulling shores, 

to get you oceanside. 

Oceanside. Oceanside. oh.