The Stowaway

Once I found a stowaway
 Upon my ship on Christmas Day
 I was fair so I gave him a chance
 "You shouldn't be here,
 What's your tale?
 I ought to throw you to the whale."
 He just smiled and said,
 "Come here, let's dance."
 He said, "Borrow or steal,
 I'll find a way
 To be with my lover upon Christmas Day
 And I'll run and I'll roam
 I'll cover the ground
 This Christmas I'll see you
 I'll be around."
 He told me 'bout his girl back home
 Waiting patient, all alone
 While we danced I shed a little tear
 He closed his eyes, all out at sea,
 I think he danced with her not me
 I'll just have to wait another year.
 He said, "Borrow or steal,
 I'll find a way
 To be with my lover upon Christmas Day
 And I'll run and I'll roam
 I'll cover the ground
 This Christmas I'll see you
 I'll be around."
 I think of him now and again
 I wonder how his journey ends
 As I sail by on my lonesome sea
 That stranger with the haunting face
 Here then gone without a trace
 Lying with his love, that's where he'll be.
 "Beg, borrow or steal
 I'll find a way
 To be with my lover next Christmas Day
 And I'll run and I'll roam
 I'll cover the ground
 Next Christmas I'll see you
 I'll be around."
 "Beg, borrow or steal
 I'll find a way
 To be with my lover next Christmas Day
 And I'll run and I'll roam
 I'll cover the ground
 Next Christmas I'll see you
 I'll be around."