Eli Dale
Portland, Maine |
In Cal-ly-o there lives a gal whose name is Serafina,
Serafina! Serafina!
She sleeps all day an' works all night in the ol' Cal-lay Marina,
Serafina! Oh, Serafina!
At robbin' silly sailor boys, no gal was ever keener,...
She'll make ye pay right through the nose, that lovely Serafina...
Serafina's got no drawers, I've been ashore an' seen 'er,...
She's got no time to put 'em on, hard-working Serafina...
She'll guzzle pisco, beer and gin, on rum her mum did wean 'er,...
She smokes just like a chimney stack or a P.S.N.C steamer...
When I wuz young an' in me prime, I first met Serafina,...
In Cal-ly-o we saw the sights an' then went up to Lima...
But the finest sight I ever saw wuz lovely Serafina,...
But the very next day as we sailed away, I wisht I'd never seen 'er...
For I wuz broke, me clothes wuz gone, an' so wuz Serafina....
She'd done me brown, she'd sunk me down, that dirty she-hyena!...
I used to love that little gal whose name is Serafina,...
But she's run off with a Downeast man who plays a concertina...
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