Oh, to Chile’s coast we are bound away’ Timme heave - ho, hang ‘er hilo! Oh, to Chile’s coast we are bound away, An’ we’ll dance an’ all drink pisco! We are bound away at the break of day, Where them little Spanish gals are so bright an’ gay. Timme heave - ho, hang ‘er hilo! Sing olé for them Chile gals!
An’ then when we are down to Vallipo, An’ then when we are down to Vallipo, Dance the gals up the street with a roll-’n-go, Then grab them round the middle an’ we won’t let go.
Them gals o’ Chile they are hard to beat. Them gals o’ Chile they are hard to beat. From truck to keel they are trim an’ sweet, And they are all a-pullin’ on the ol’ main-sheet.
Them senyoritas, they are smart an’ gay, Them senyoritas, they are smart an’ gay, They dance an’ drink till the break o’ day, They clean yer out completely, then they blow yer pay.
Rosita, Anna, an’ Carmen too, Rosita, Anna, an’ Carmen too, They’ll greet ye all with a hullabaloo, An’ very soon ye’ll get to know what they can do.
My trim little frigate she’s a pleasure craft, She’s armed to the teeth both fore an’ aft, She’s sharp at the bows with a fine view abaft.
Them ol’ senyoras, as we all know well, Them ol’ senyoras, as we all know well, They’re red-hot devils from the other side of hell, An’ ye’ll niver git a chance for to screw a Chile belle.
When the time so comes for to sing fare-ye-well, When the time so comes for to sing fare-ye-well, Goodbye to the gals an’ our money as well, At Callio, Coquimbo, an’ at ol’ Corynel.
