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