Lyrics:

Ick heff mol en Hamborger Veermaster sehn
– To my hoodah, to my hoodah
De Masten so scheev as den Schipper sien been
– To my hoodah, hoodah ho

Blow, boys blow, for Californio
There is plenty of gold
So I am told
On the banks of Sacramento

Dat Deck weer vun Isen, vull Schiet un vull Smeer
– To my hoodah, to my hoodah
Dat weer de Schietgäng ehr schönstes Pläseer
– To my hoodah, hoodah ho

Blow, boys blow, for Californio
There is plenty of gold
So I am told
On the banks of Sacramento

Dat Logis weer vull Wanzen, de Kombüs weer vull Dreck
– To my hoodah, to my hoodah
De Beschüten, de löpen von sülven al weg
– To my hoodah, hoodah ho

Blow, boys blow, for Californio
There is plenty of gold
So I am told
On the banks of Sacramento

Dat Soltfleesch weer gröön un de Speck weer vull Maden
– To my hoodah, to my hoodah
Kööm geev dat blots an Wiehnachtsavend
– To my hoodah, hoodah ho

Blow, boys blow, for Californio
There is plenty of gold
So I am told
On the banks of Sacramento

Un wull'n wi mol seil'n, ik segg dat ja nur
– To my hoodah, to my hoodah
Denn lööp he dree vörut un veer wedder retour
– To my hoodah, hoodah ho

Blow, boys blow, for Californio
There is plenty of gold
So I am told
On the banks of Sacramento

As dat Schipp so weer ok de Kaptein
– To my hoodah, to my hoodah
De Lüüd för dat Schipp würrn ok blots schanghaied
– To my hoodah, hoodah ho

Blow, boys blow, for Californio
There is plenty of gold
So I am told
On the banks of Sacramento