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 shops 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 presents 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 kissin' me
But I can't let you go, oh no, no, no, oh no, no, no
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