Oh, had I the wings of a turtledove
So high on my pinions I'd fly
Slap-bang to the heart of my Polly love 
And in her dear arms I would die

Wrap me up in my tarpaulin jacket 
And say a poor duffer's laid low
Send for six salty seamen to carry me 
With steps mournful, solemn and slow

Oh, then let them send for two holly stones 
And place them at the head and the toe
Upon them write this inscription:
Here lies a poor duffer below

Wrap me up in my tarpaulin jacket 
And say a poor duffer's laid low
Send for six salty seamen to carry me 
With steps mournful, solemn and slow

Then send for six jolly foretopmen 
And let them a-rollicking go 
And in heaping two-gallon measures 
Drink the health of the duffer below

Wrap me up in my tarpaulin jacket 
And say a poor duffer's laid low
Send for six salty seamen to carry me 
With steps mournful, solemn and slow
With steps mournful, solemn and slow