Från Canton till Macao,
Från Hong Kong å Luliao,
The sodgers and sailors
de sjung-it hennes love.

For ding-e, ding-e
ding-dong, hm-di, hm-di!
Hon var en sampan girlie
allt i-från Hong-ki-kong.

A you-oo like me-hee,
A mandarin's daughter?
You sodgers and sailors,
Som seglar på Hong Kong,

I no-o like you-hu,
You no-o like me-hee,
You all belong to sodgers
You no belong to me.

A Sciacca bacaruna e bacareddi.
Mazzara salanu li beddi sardi.
Er a Marsala vopi ed asineddi.
Trapani pigghia li russi curaddi.

Er a lu Munti li picciotti beddi.
'N Trapani deci 'rana sù un carrinu,
'N Trapani deci 'rana sù un carrinu.
A lu Munti se' picciuli un granu.

La missa e la rici lu parrinu,
E chiddu chi la servi è sacristanu.
Lu zuccu vivi acqua e nesci vinu.
L'occhi juncino prestu di luntanu.

There were three jovial fellows
Came over the hill together.
Came over the hill together
To make up a jovial crew.

And they ordered their pints of beer
And bottles of sherry
To help them over the hills so merry,
To help them over the hills so merry,
When Jones's Ale was new, me boys,
When Jones's Ale was new.

And the first of them was a tinker,
And he wasn't no small ale drinker.
He was a jolly beer drinker
Among this jovial crew.
And he called for a pint of the very best ale
To drink a whole gallon he never would fail.
To drink a whole gallon he never would fail,

When Jones' Ale was new, me boys
When Jones' Ale was new.

And they ordered their pints of beer
And bottles of sherry,
To help them over the hills so merry,
To help them over the hills so merry,
When Jones' Ale was new, me boys
When Jones' Ale was new.
(Alternate Chorus:)
When the landlord's daughter, she came in,
And we kissed those rosy cheeks again.
We all sat down and then we'd sing.
When Jones's ale was new, me boys,
When Jones's ale was new.


And the next to come in was a soldier
With his flintlock upon his shoulder,
For none could be more bolder,
And his long broadsword he drew.
He swore every man should spend a pound,
And they should treat all hands around.
Then he jolly well drank their healths all 'round
And the next to come in was a dyer
Who sat himself down by the fire,
'Cause that was his desire
To make up a jovial crew.
And the landlady told him straight to his face
The chimney corner was his own place,
And there he could sit and dye his own face,

And the next to come in was a mason.
His hammer needed refacin'.
His hammer needed refacin'
To make up a jovial crew.
So he threw his old hammer against the wall,
And he hoped that the church and the chapel would fall,
For that'd make work for masons all
And the last to come in was a hatter,
And there was no man ever fatter.
No man could ever be fatter
And make up a jovial crew.
When the landlady's daughter, she came in
He kissed her twixt the nose and chin,
And the pints of beer they came rolling in