Horse Overboard

While I was away at sea
With boilers, cargo and gin,
My wife still lived alone,
In a cottage by the lake,
Each night I kissed her face in the photograph,
I dreamed of the happy day when I’d be moving back.

Can we sleep alone?
We can sleep alone.
One horse overboard
We do what we want.

When she was just six years old
Her daddy found her a horse
First she was a stable girl
Then a teacher of youth
Came the day I came home
We moved into the city,
Both of us over sixteen

Can we sleep alone?
We can sleep alone
One horse overboard
We do what we want.

It struck me about this time,
That I just didn’t care.
So I said, “Get me to another land,
I don’t want my wife.”

Can we sleep alone?
My wife is a horse.
Poor old sailor boy,
Beached for evermore.
For evermore.
For evermore.
For evermore.

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