It was night, when the ship pulled ashorenTo collect, the comrades of warnWhen a man, my old man's old mannSpied a dame, that lit up his heart with a bangnnAnd that night, that nightnThat moon, shone about as bright as it could shinenThose stars, climbed about as high as they could climbnThey knew, something strange was going onnnWhen the man, who was Stan,nsaw the dame, by the name, of JoannnBut her face, was soon lost in the crowdnMorning came, and that chance was drownednAt his post, he moped then leapt when he sawnShe'd be there, to share the whole of the warnnAnd that night, that nightnThat moon, shone about as bright as it could shinenThose stars, climbed about as high as they could climbnThey knew, something strange was going onnnWhen the man, who was Stan,nmet the dame, by the name, of JoannnIn a frame, on a shelf, in the loungenThey look old, black and white, buttoned downnYou forget, that they lived, and they ripped, and they roared