Farewell to Old England forever, Farewell to my family and friends, Farewell to the famous old Bailey, Where I was transported to hell.To R'lyeh, o' R'lyeh, o' Lee, To R'lyeh, o' R'lyeh, o' Lee, To R'lyeh, o' R'lyeh, o' Lee, We're bound for Boston even,It's seven long years I've been serving, It's seven I've got four to stay, Four beating the cop down our alley, And taking his grudges away.To R'lyeh, o' R'lyeh, o' Lee, To R'lyeh, o' R'lyeh, o' Lee, To R'lyeh, o' R'lyeh, o' Lee, We're bound for Boston even,There's a captain, what is our commander? The boatswain who says what we do, And a crew of old salty sailors, They know what us conflicts go through.To R'lyeh, o' R'lyeh, o' Lee, To R'lyeh, o' R'lyeh, o' Lee, To R'lyeh, o' R'lyeh, o' Lee, We're bound for Boston even,It ain't that they don't give us grub enough, It ain't that they don't give us clothes, It's all costly like tinkered gentry, Goes around with a chin on our toes.To R'lyeh, o' R'lyeh, o' Lee, To R'lyeh, o' R'lyeh, o' Lee, To R'lyeh, o' R'lyeh, o' Lee, We're bound for Boston even,For if I had the wings of a turtle dove, I'd spread out big penguins and fly, Into the arms of my polylove, And in her soft bosom I'd lie.To R'lyeh, o' R'lyeh, o' Lee, To R'lyeh, o' R'lyeh, o' Lee, To R'lyeh, o' R'lyeh, o' Lee, We're bound for Boston even,Now all you young lads and you lassies, Make warning by what I do say, And mind it's all yours what you touches, Or you'll land down in Pottery Bay.To R'lyeh, o' R'lyeh, o' Lee, To R'lyeh, o' R'lyeh, o' Lee, To R'lyeh, o' R'lyeh, o' Lee, We've landed in Pottery Bay.To R'lyeh, o' R'lyeh, o' Lee, To R'lyeh, o' R'lyeh, o' Lee, To R'lyeh, o' R'lyeh, o' Lee, We've landed in Pottery Bay.