We set to sail on a packet full of spice, rum, and tea-leaves We've emptied out all the bars and the Bowery hotels Tell your daughters do not walk the streets alone tonight Tell your daughters do not walk the streets alone tonight Tell the tale of the Jewess and the Mandarin Chinese boy He led her down from her gilded canopy of cloth And through her blindfold she could make out the figures there before her And how the air was thick with incense, cardamom, and myrrh So goodnight, boys, goodnight Say goodnight, boys, goodnight La da dum dum... We set to sail on a clipper that's bound for South Australia The weather's warm there, the natives dark and nubile But if you listen, quiet, you can hear the footsteps on the cross-trees The ghosts of sailors past, their spectral bodies clinging to the shrouds So goodnight, boys, goodnight Say goodnight, boys, goodnight La da dum dum...