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