We'll have a blue room
   A new room for two room
   Where ev'ry 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 Missus
   On little blue chairs.
   You sew your trousseau
   And Robinson Crusoe
   Is not so far from worldly cares
   As our blue room far away upstairs!