Lyrics:

Sweet Anabelle

As seen reclining on an ocean swell

As the Waves do lather up

and lay her down

'til she's and sleeping

Oh well

I guess I'm something of a neer-do-well

who fell asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell



I'm on track and keeping but oh

If I could only get you ocean side

stretch your muscles wide

it'd be heavenly

And Oh

If I could only coax you overboard

to leave these lolling shores

and get you oceanside.



At Rising tide

You're looking fresher than a July bride

We're picking up what our mothers always stigmatized.

The field is right or reaping

Oh well

I guess I'm nothing but a neer-do-well

(Even though that's something I could never do well)

I'm on track and keeping.