Nobody heard him, the dead man, br But still he lay moaning: br I was much further out than you thought br And not waving but drowning. br br Poor chap, he always loved larking br And now he's dead br It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way, br They said. br br Oh, no no no, it was too cold always br (Still the dead one lay moaning) br I was much too far out all my life br And not waving but drowning.