trad.

It's of a merchant's daughter, belonged to Callao
   Hurrah, me yeller girls, doodle let me go!
It's of a merchant's daughter, belonged to Callao
   Hurrah, me yeller girls, doodle let me go!

   Doodle let me go, me girls, doodle let me go
   Hurrah, me yeller girls, doodle let me go!

She took me in she gave me gin, she danced me on the floor
Well being just a sailor lad I stayed around for more

She took me to her father's house to see if I would go
All around the sofa boys, wasn't it a show.

Well at the hour of twelve o'clock her father he did show
He grabbed me by the bobstay, boys and wouldn't let me go

There is a place called Madam Gashee's way out in Callao
A whorehouse known as Madam Gashee's, a place you ought to go.

We'll throw a rope 'round Madam Gashee's and take them all in tow
We'll haul 'em back to Liverpool and give the boys a show.