We'll have a blue room

A new room, for two room

Where every day's a holiday

Because you're married to me...

Not like a ball room

A small room, a hall room

Where I can smoke my pipe away

With your wee head upon my knee...

We will thrive on, keep alive on

Just nothing but kisses

With mister and missus

Own little blue chairs...

You sew your trousseau

And Robinson Crusoe

Is not so far from worldly cares

As our blue room, far away upstairs...

(They will thrive on, keep alive on

Just nothing but kisses...

With mister and missus

Own little blue chair...

She'll wear her trousseau

And Robinson Crusoe...)

Is not so far from worldly cares

As our blue room

Far away upstairs...