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Traditional
  1. I'll sing ye a story o' trouble an' woe, that'll cause ye to shudder and shiver,
    Concernin' a Chinese bumboat man that sailed the Yangtze river.
    He wuz a heathen o' high degree, as the joss-house records show,
    His family name was wing chang loo, But the sailors all called him jim crow-ee-eye-oh-ee-eye!
    Hitch-y-kum, kitch-y-kum, yah, yah, yah
    Sailormen no likee me
    No savy the story of Wing Chang Loo
    Too much of the bob-er-eye-ee,
    kye-eye
  2. Now Wing Chang Loo he fell in love, with a gal called Ah Chu Fong,
    She `ad two eyes like pumpkin seeds, an' slippers two inches long,
    But ah Chu Fong loved a pirate bold with all her heart an' liver,
    He wuz the capitan of a double-decked junk, An' he sailed the Yangtze river-eye-iver-eye!
    Hitch-y-kum, kitch-y-kum, yah, yah, yah
    Sailormen no likee me
    No savy the story of Wing Chang Loo
    Too much of the bob-er-eye-ee,
    kye-eye
  3. When wing Chang Loo he heard o' this, he swore an' `orrible oath:
    If Ah Chu marries that pirate bold, I `ll make sausage meat o' them both!
    So he hoisted his blood-red battle flag, put into the Yangtze river,
    He steered her east an' south an' west, 'till that pirate he did diskiver-eye-iver-eye!
    Hitch-y-kum, kitch-y-kum, yah, yah, yah
    Sailormen no likee me
    No savy the story of Wing Chang Loo
    Too much of the bob-er-eye-ee,
    kye-eye
  4. The drums they beat to quarters an' the cannons did loudly roar,
    The red `ot dumplin `s flew like lead, an' the scuppers they ran with gore.
    The pirate paced the quarterdeck with never a shake nor a shiver,
    He wuz shot in the stern wid' a hard-boiled egg, That penetrated his liver-eye-iver-eye!
    Hitch-y-kum, kitch-y-kum, yah, yah, yah
    Sailormen no likee me
    No savy the story of Wing Chang Loo
    Too much of the bob-er-eye-ee,
    kye-eye
  5. The dyin' pirate feebly cried, "We'll give the foe more shot,
    If I can't marry Ah Chu Fong, then Wing Chang loo shall not!"
    When a pease-pudden `ot hit the bumboat's side, it caused a `orrible scene,
    It upset a pot of `ot bow-wow soup, An' exploded the magaye-eenee-ayeeenee!
    Hitch-y-kum, kitch-y-kum, yah, yah, yah
    Sailormen no likee me
    No savy the story of Wing Chang Loo
    Too much of the bob-er-eye-ee,
    kye-eye