[Intro - leads guitar riffs, Rhodes piano] [Verse 1] I say, little boy at the Nore, Do you come from the small Isle of Man? Why, your history a mystery must be, Come, tell us as much as you can, Little Boy at the Nore! [Verse 2] You live, it seems, wholly on water, Which your Gambier calls living in clover; — But how comes it, if that is the case, You're eternally half-seas over, — Little Boy at the Nore? [Chorus: Shouty and catchy] I'm the tight little boy at the Nore! In a sort of sea-negus I dwells! Half-and-half 'twixt salt water and port, I'm reckon'd the first of the swells — I'm the Boy at the Nore! [Verse 3] I lives with my toes to the flounders, And watches through long days and nights; Yet, cruelly eager, men look — To catch the first glimpse of my lights — I'm the Boy at the Nore! [Verse 4] I've seen a good deal of distress, Lots of Breakers in Ocean's Gazette; They should do as I do — rise o'er all; Aye, a good floating capital get, Like the Boy at the Nore! [Bridge: Faster, chaotic] Could I e'er but grow up, I'd be off For a week to make love with my wheedles; If the tight little Boy at the Nore Could but catch a nice girl at the Needles, We'd have two at the Nore! [Outro: Slowing down, sounding sea-sick] But I've done — for the water is heaving Round my body, as though it would sink it; And I've been so long pitching and tossing, That sea-sick — you'd hardly now think it — Is the Boy at the Nore!
