sł. i mel. trad.

A dollar goes from hand to hand,
But my gal goes from man to man,
When Johnny come down to Hilo,
It's poor old man!

Oh wake her! Oh shake her!
Oh wake that girl with the blue dress on,
When Johnny come down to Hilo
It's poor old man!

My little gal, her hair is red,
It's curly all over, but not on her head,

Oh, this old man, he got no hair,
He got no hair on the top of his head,

But this little gal, she put some hair,
She put some hair on the top of his head,

Her eyes are blue, her dress the same,
But she always fell asleep before I came.

Oh, have you been to New Orleans,
Oh, have you seen those Creole Queens'?

Oh, our First Mate, he thinks he's mean,
But I'll bet he hails from New Orleans!