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 ballroom
 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 misses
 On little blue chairs
 
 you'll seau you trouseau
 And robinson crusoe
 Is not so far from worldly cares
 As our blue room far away upstairs