|A        |A        |E        |E7      |

|A        |A        |B7      |E        |

|A        |A        |D        |D        |

|A        |A        |E        |A        |

Sailing down the river 

Sailing down the river 

Sailing down the river on a Sunday afternoon    x2

|D        |D        |A        |A        |

|E        |E        |A        |A        |

|D        |D        |A        |A        |

|B7      |B7      |E  B7  |E        |

You don't need a pearly jacket 

Or a perky pork-pie hat 

If your skint or make a packet 

There's no consequence to that 

You can eat your whelks or winkles 

You can eat your jellied eels 

Be you young or old with wrinkles 

I know just how you feels 

You may walk with strides a-flapping

Or favour drainpipe style

But you’ll not catch me napping

Though you run round all the while

Well you may think I’m daydreaming

As I drift on with the tide

But no matter what you’re scheming

You won’t take me for  a ride

You may twist or jive or boogie

Or prefer the Lambeth Walk

You can call your girl your floozy

But that’s no way to talk

You may be an opera singer

Or go for bathtime serenades

You won’t have to raise a finger

On such sunny summer days