Not Waving but Drowning

Nobody heard him, the dead man,

But still he lay moaning:I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking

And now he's deadIt must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,They said. Oh, no no no, it was too cold always(Still the dead one lay moaning)I was much too far out all my lifeAnd not waving but drowning