The version I heard back when Pontius was a pilot goes

There is a blind girl on our street,
Her name is little Nell,
Can she see the stars above
Can she fucking hell

There is a sailor on our street
He works on borad a lugger
He isn't fit to shovel shit
From one place to another

One day he slept with little Nell
He knew it wasn't lawful
His breath was like a sewage farm
His feet were fucking awful.

And now he's gone across the sea
She sends him food and parcels
She thinks he will return one day
Will he Fuckin Arseholes