I'm a poor boy from the farm land your father is a wealthy sailing man
If I asked you for your hand would you tell me no oh no no no
You're a poor boy from the farm land my daddy is a wealthy sailing man
He told me if you asked my hand I'd better tell you no oh no no no
Your daddy brings you silk to sew from the finest shop in Tokyo
He told you to turn me down I know but don't say no oh no no no
Yes daddy owns a clipper ship and he brings me pearls on every trip
And pink champagne for me to sip and you're the poorest boy I know oh so no no no
I can't give you anything I can't afford a wedding ring
A presents that I'd like to bring but oh I love you so oh don't say no
My daddy's three days out to sea and he would turn me across his knee
If he knew you were kissin' me but I can't let you go oh no no no oh no no no
