Sea-shell, Sea-shell,
Sing me a song, oh! Please!
A song of ships, and of sailormen,
of parrots, and tropical trees;
Of islands lost in the Spanish Main,
Which no man ever may see again,
Of fishes and corals under the waves,
And seahorses stabled in great green caves.
 ...  Sea-shell, Sea-shell,
Sing of the things you know so well.