The fam'd ship California,|
A ship of high renown,
She lay in Boston harbour,
'longside of that pretty town,
A-waiting for our orders
To sail far from home,
And our orders came for Rio, boys,
And then around Cape Horn.
When we arrived in Rio
We lay there quite a while,
A-fixing up our rigging
And mending our sails in style,
From ship to ship they cheer'd us
As we did sail along,
And they wish'd us pleasant weather
While rounding of the Horn.
While rounding of Cape Horn, my boys,|
Fair nights and pleasant days
Next place we dropp'd our anchor was
In VaIparaiso Bay,
Where those Spanish girls they did
Roll down, I solemnly do swear
They far excel those Yankee girls
With their dark and wavy hair.
They love a Yankee sailor
When he goes on a spree;
He'll dance and sing and makes things ring,
And his money he'll spend free,
And when his money it is all gone
On him they won't impose;
They far excel those Liverpool girls
Who will pawn and steal his clothes.
Here's a health to Valparaiso|
Along the Chile main,
Likewise to those Peruvian girls,
They treated me so fine.
If I ever live to get paid off,
I'll sit and drink till morn
A health to the dashing Spanish girls
I met around Cape Horn.