Verse 1: Old men and coffee, old men and tea At six o'clock they parted, their lips in their countries Young men and coffee, young men and tea Troubadour he started, and he cut 'em down like trees A lady poured me coffee, but she was having tea And showed me through her window where the bay did reach the sea Young ladies and coffee, young ladies and tea Kept me up again last night, I went to bed at three White china eyes, roasted hazel brown Starin' across the table, and then starin' to the ground
Farewell go the fêlé, bon voyage à vous Hurry now don't you be late from the sailor's point of view White china eyes, suns rise and then go down Father told mother this, and then the mother turned around Gentle are the ripples, and deadly are the waves Gotta learn sadness from sorrow, for that you must be brave Gentle are the ripples, and deadly are the waves Gotta learn sadness from sorrow, but for that you must be brave