Ick heff mol en Hamborger Veermaster sehn,
To my hoodah, to my hoodah!
De Masten so scheef as den Schipper sien Been.
To my hoodah, hoodah, ho!
Blow, boys, blow for Californio,
there is plenty of gold, so I am told,
on the banks of Sacramento.
Blow, boys, blow for Californio,
there is plenty of gold, so I am told,
on the banks of Sacramento.
Dat Deck weer von Isen, vull Schiet un vull Smeer,
To my hoodah, to my hoodah!
dat weer de Schietgäng eer schönstes Pläseer.
To my hoodah, hoodah, ho!
Blow, boys, blow for Californio,
there is plenty of gold, so I am told,
on the banks of Sacramento.
Blow, boys, blow for Californio,
there is plenty of gold, so I am told,
on the banks of Sacramento.
Dat Soltflesch weer gröön un de Speck weer vull Maden,
To my hoodah, to my hoodah!
Kööm geev dat bloß an'n Winachtsabend.
To my hoodah, hoodah, ho!
Blow, boys ...
Un wull'n wi mal seil'n, ik segg dat jo nur,
To my hoodah, to my hoodah!
denn lööp he dree vörut un veer werrer retur.
To my hoodah, hoodah, ho!
Blow, boys ...
As dat Schipp, so weer ok de Kaptein,
To my hoodah, to my hoodah!
de Lüüd für dat Schipp wörrn ok bloß schanghait.
To my hoodah, hoodah, ho!
Blow, boys ...
To my hoodah, to my hoodah!
De Masten so scheef as den Schipper sien Been.
To my hoodah, hoodah, ho!
Blow, boys, blow for Californio,
there is plenty of gold, so I am told,
on the banks of Sacramento.
Blow, boys, blow for Californio,
there is plenty of gold, so I am told,
on the banks of Sacramento.
Dat Deck weer von Isen, vull Schiet un vull Smeer,
To my hoodah, to my hoodah!
dat weer de Schietgäng eer schönstes Pläseer.
To my hoodah, hoodah, ho!
Blow, boys, blow for Californio,
there is plenty of gold, so I am told,
on the banks of Sacramento.
Blow, boys, blow for Californio,
there is plenty of gold, so I am told,
on the banks of Sacramento.
Dat Soltflesch weer gröön un de Speck weer vull Maden,
To my hoodah, to my hoodah!
Kööm geev dat bloß an'n Winachtsabend.
To my hoodah, hoodah, ho!
Blow, boys ...
Un wull'n wi mal seil'n, ik segg dat jo nur,
To my hoodah, to my hoodah!
denn lööp he dree vörut un veer werrer retur.
To my hoodah, hoodah, ho!
Blow, boys ...
As dat Schipp, so weer ok de Kaptein,
To my hoodah, to my hoodah!
de Lüüd für dat Schipp wörrn ok bloß schanghait.
To my hoodah, hoodah, ho!
Blow, boys ...