Songtext von 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. 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.