We're running away around the Cape

Some for debt and some for rape

Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man

Now I once had a gal, her hair was red

'Twas curly all over except on her head...

Her eyes was blue, her dress the same

But she always fell asleep before I came...

Now a dollar goes from hand to hand

My gal goes from man to man...

I tied my gal in a gunny sack

She'll be true to me 'til I get back...

I threw that sack out in the rough

By G-d she wasn't true enough!...

She's a downeast gal with a downeast style

For a dollar a time it's all worthwhile...

Them Hilo gals all dress so fine

They ain't got Jesus on their minds...