Hannes Wader - Hamborger Veermaster songtext (lyrics)
[Hannes Wader - Hamborger Veermaster songtext 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
– 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