Now, Harry, pull the chairs up,
And, Fanny, get the shawl;
We'll play that we are sailors,
And that we're in a squall.
The fire will be a lighthouse,
To warn us off the shore;
And we will place the footstools
For rocks, out on the floor.
Now this chair is the stern
And that one is the bow;
But there, you must be careful,
And not lean hard, you know.
Now, sailors, pull that sail up,
And tuck the corners in--
Well if you want it tighter,
Ask mother for a pin.
Now couldn't we sing something
About the "Ocean Blue"?
Well, never mind, "By-baby"
Or anything will do.
Take care, you careless sailors,
And mind what you are about,
You know the sea will drown you,
If you should tumble out.