I'm a poor boy as you know,
Each day I beg to be her beau,
but she tells me no, no, no.
Fresh from the farm land.
He said if you ask my hand,
For me to tell you no, no, no.
But your daddy's gone away to sea,
You're as lonely as can be.
Please don't tell me no, no, no
Will you give me golden rings?
I will give you modest things
Will you give me silk so fine?
I will give you wool to twine
My daddy owns a clipper ship,
he brings me pearls on every trip
And pink champagne for me to sip,
and you're the poorest boy
I know I've got no pearls to give to you,
I've got strong hands, a heart that's true
We could start with a dream or two
Please don't tell me go, go, go
My resolve won't be subdued
Go away, you're being rude
I must tell you no, no, no
There's just something in your eye .
How can this thing be denied?
Can't be wrong, it must be right.
Please don't tell me go, go, go.
Now I will give you my true love.
Maybe that would be enough.
Blessed are we unworthy of
