I was cruising down broadway one warm summers night when a tender young maiden hove into sight. I hoisted my flags to which she replied: I'm a tender young dumboat going out with the tide. I took her in tow down a causeway not so neat to a room at the end of the street.We went to a room where she laid her lily white hand on my flowing jib boom. We tossed and turned when she let out a cry: Sailor, your doing me harm, your in the wrong port. Wrong port hell, any port in a storm. I think there is more, but I cant remember it.