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 present 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 kissing me But I can't let you go Oh no, no, no Oh no, no, no