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 you can smoke your pipe away
 With my wee head upon your knee
 
 We will thrive on, keep alive on
 Just nothing but kisses
 With mister and missus
 On little blue chairs
 
 I’ll wear my trousseau
 And Robinson Crusoe
 Is not so far from worldly cares
 As our blue room, far away up stairs