I´m a poor boy from the farm land
Your father is a wealthy sailing man
If I asked you for your hand
Would you tell me no oh no no no
You´re a poor boy from the farm land

My daddy is a wealthy sailing man
He told me if you asked my hand
I´d better tell you no oh no no no
Your daddy brings you silk to sew
From the finest shop in Tokyo
He told you to turn me down I know
But don´t say no oh no no no
Yes daddy owns a clipper ship
And he brings me pearls on every trip
And pink champagne for me to sip
And you´re the poorest boy I know oh so no no no
I can´t give you anything
I can´t afford a wedding ring
A present that I´d like to bring
But oh I love you so oh don´t say no

My daddy´s three days out to sea
And he would turn me across his knee

If he knew you were kissing me
But I can´t let you go oh no no no oh no no no