HAMBORGER VEERMASTER

Ik heff mål een Hamborger Veermaster sehn
To my hooday! To my hooday!
De Masten so scheev as den Schipper sien Been
To my hooday, hooday, ho – ho – ho – ho!

Blow, boys, blow, for Californio
There’s plenty of gold, so I’ve been told
On the banks of Sacramento

Vun'd Schipp her dröhnte lute Musik.
To my hooday! To my hooday!
De Matrosen pogten to'n Häxler-Beat.
To my hooday, hooday, ho – ho – ho – ho!