Gliding Through My Memory lyrics

I am a vagabond sailor,

All my friends call me "sport."

I am a fellow for action,

Any storm in a port.

(Any storm in a port, ha?... Back to the laundry!)

Now that I'm home and I'm resting

Home from over the sea,

All of the girls who adored me

Go gliding through my memoree.

A sweet colleen from Ireland,

Her hair was fiery red,

Her eyes gave out a green light

That said I could go ahead.

(Say somehing in Irish. -- Elin go Blah.)

I met a girl in Sweden

Of whom I grew quite fond,

A stately Scandinavian type,

A buxom, blue-eyed blonde.

And then in merry England,

A girl who worshipped me,

Gliding through me memoree;

That's how I see them,

Gliding through me memoree!

In sunny Barcelona,

A dancing chick I picked.

Her castanets were clicking

Like nothing ever clicked.

(--Ole!-- You can say that again!)

A very friendly ma'mselle,

In oo-la-la Paree,

She was a girl who couldn't say

Anything but --Oui!--

'Twas fun to cast an anchor

In lovely Casablancer.

I loved a Grecian doll and

Another doll in Holland,

But of all the girls in ev'ry hemisphere

There is no one like the girl have right here.