Sad is the future Caroline
Your body still confined,
Controlled by father until you're a wife 
And a slave for the rest of your life.
A man wants you to be his bride for power and for pride.
So you dress in sailor's blue to search for someone true.

Caroline, cross the line, to the ocean blue.

If the crew discovers you, they'll tie you down with chains
And throw you in the ocean to kick and scream in vain.
And if the captain fights for you 
And saves you from the sea
He'll give you dresses of blue and say
"Now you're breath belongs to me."

Caroline, cross the line, to the ocean blue

So listen caroline and people all around:
If you wear the blue it's up to you 
To save yourself or drown.