Curaçao, I've seen you so many times,
And all your crafty tricks, I dislike them,
And all your crafty tricks, I dislike them,
Therefore I'm going to depart to where I came from.
Last night I went, with haste, all through Lord's Street,
They said: "My dear sailor, come sit down here a while,
And drink a glass with us and smoke a pipe of tobacco."
But with all their crafty tricks, your money goes from your pocket.
A kiss can make you stay the whole night long,
Then you don't hear the bawling of your officer,
Thus we go roaming, as drunk as pigs,
The ship lays at the moorings, aboard her we have to be.
Loose the hawser, the fore and aft lines,
And if you wish to see us, we go back to Holland,
Where life is better with a real woman,
I give you, therefore, all the little girls of the land of Curaçao.
Loose the hawser, the fore and aft lines,
We're not to be held fast anymore, we go to Holland,
Where life is better with your own wife,
Damn all the whores of Curaçao.