De Hamburger Veermaster (Auch: Ick heff mol en Hamborger Veermaster sehn)
Ick heff mol en Hamborger Veermaster sehn,
To my hoodah, to my hoodah,
De Masten so scheef as den Schipper sien Been,
To my hoodah, hoodah 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.
Dat Deck weer von Isen, vull Schiet un vull Smeer,
To my hoodah, to my hoodah,
Dat weer de Schietgäng ehr schönstes Pläseer,
To my hoodah, hoodah 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.
Dat Logis weer vull Wanzen, de Kombüs weer vull Dreck,
To my hoodah, to my hoodah,
De Beschütten, de löpen von sülben all weg,
To my hoodah, hoodah 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.
Dat Soltfleesch weer grön, un de Speck weer vull Moden,
To my hoodah, to my hoodah,
Köm gev dat bloß ann Wiehnachtsobend,
To my hoodah, hoodah 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.
Un wulln wi mol seiln, ick segg dat jo nur,
To my hoodah, to my hoodah,
Denn lööp he dree vörut und veer wedder retur,
To my hoodah, hoodah 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.
As dat Schipp, so weer ok de Kaptein,
To my hoodah, to my hoodah,
De Lüüd för dat Schipp, de weern ok blots schangheit,
To my hoodah, hoodah 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.
To my hoodah, to my hoodah,
De Masten so scheef as den Schipper sien Been,
To my hoodah, hoodah 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.
Dat Deck weer von Isen, vull Schiet un vull Smeer,
To my hoodah, to my hoodah,
Dat weer de Schietgäng ehr schönstes Pläseer,
To my hoodah, hoodah 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.
Dat Logis weer vull Wanzen, de Kombüs weer vull Dreck,
To my hoodah, to my hoodah,
De Beschütten, de löpen von sülben all weg,
To my hoodah, hoodah 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.
Dat Soltfleesch weer grön, un de Speck weer vull Moden,
To my hoodah, to my hoodah,
Köm gev dat bloß ann Wiehnachtsobend,
To my hoodah, hoodah 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.
Un wulln wi mol seiln, ick segg dat jo nur,
To my hoodah, to my hoodah,
Denn lööp he dree vörut und veer wedder retur,
To my hoodah, hoodah 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.
As dat Schipp, so weer ok de Kaptein,
To my hoodah, to my hoodah,
De Lüüd för dat Schipp, de weern ok blots schangheit,
To my hoodah, hoodah 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.
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Writer(s): Traditional, Lars-luis Linek
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