De Hamborger Veermaster
Ick heff mol en Hamborger Veermaster sehn,
and a hooday, and a hooday!
De Mast wär so scheev as den Schipper sien Been,
and a hooday, hooday, ho!
Blow, boys, blow for Californio,
there’s 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 vull Dreck, vull Schiet un vull Smeer,
and a hooday, and a hooday!
„Rein Schipp“ weer dem Käpt’n sin grötste Pläsier,
and a hooday, hooday, 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.
De Planken wern morsch und dat Isen full Rost,
and a hooday, and a hooday!
Und Kööm ward gar nix, weil dat was kost,
and a hooday, hooday, 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.
Blow, boys, blow for Californio,
there is plenty of gold, so I am told,
on the banks of Sacramento.
Writer/s: Gregor Baskin, Wolf Hausmann
