Plains Of Mexico

In Mexico where the wind don’t blow,
Hooraw, boys, hooraw ho!
Where there ain’t no snow an’ the whale fishes blow.
Heave away for the plains of Mexico.

In Mexico so I’ve heard say,
There’s many a charmin’ señorita gay.

‘Twas there I met a maiden fair,
Black as night was her raven hair.

Her name was Carmen so I’m told.
She was a Spanish señorita bold.

But she left me there, an’ I did go,
Far from the plains of Mexico.

Them gals is fine with their long black hair,
They’ll rob ye blind and skin ye bare.

In Mexico I long to be,
With my tight-waist’ gal all on my knee.

Them little brown gals I do adore,
I love them all each sailor-robbin whore.

In Mexico where I belong,
Them gals all sing this rousin’ song.

Why do them yaller gals love me so?
Because I don’ tell ‘em all I know.

Them Mexi’ gals ain’t got no combs,
They comb their hair with whale fish bones.

When I was a young man in my prime,
I loved them yaller gals two at a time.

Oh, Mexico, my Mexico,
Oh, Mexico, where the winds don’t blow.