Wrap Me Up In My Tarpaulin Jacket

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-rollickin' 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