The boat was called the burning bee
And she had come along to see
Me push the sloop through God’s green water.
She took her hand and put it in the sea
And asked would you marry me
I said I didn’t think I ought’a.
The boat was called the burning bee
And she had come along to see
Me push the sloop through God’s green water.
She took her hand and put it in the sea
And asked would you marry me
I said I didn’t think I ought’a.