When it's old, when it's old When it's begged and hollow and sold When it's time, when it's time When there's no sweet fish on my line They don't bite, they don't bite Not like my dreams in the night Where I'd try and I'd try But I wouldn't know how to fight When I'm bold, when I'm bold I could skin, and scale and, you, hold On the wharf, on the wharf With my legs hanging over the water They don't bite, they don't bite Not like my dreams in the night Where I'd try and I'd try But I wouldn't know how to fight When I'm old, when I'm old When I'm built upon and grown over When I'm stopped like a clock That's hands got slower and slower I won't mind I won't mind no more dreams inthe night Where I'd try and I'd try But I wouldn't know how to fight From the wharf to the boat Oh, don't you know? Oh, there she blows! There she blows!