She's a Saint not a Celebrity

Nobody heard her, the dead one,
But still she lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor sap, she always loved larking
And now she's dead
It must have been too cold for her, her 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 life
And not waving but drowning.