Bonaparte - When the Ship is Thinking lyrics

We are fevered with the sunset We are fretful with the bay For the wander-thirst is on us And our souls are in Cathay 
 There's a schooner in the offing With her topsails shot with fire And our hearts have gone aboard her For the Islands of Desire 

We must forth again to-morrow With the sunset we must be Hull down on the trail of rapture In the wonder of the sea And when the ship is sinking We'll be sipping cups of tea (tea - tea - tea - tea - tea - tea - tea)