Were you ever in Quebec,
Stowing timber on the deck,
See the king with the golden crown,
Riding on a donkey.
CHORUS:
Hey, ho, way we go, donkey riding, donkey riding,
Hey, ho, way we go, riding on a donkey.
Were you ever in Cardiff Bay,
Where the natives shout «hurray,»
Here comes Johnny with three months pay,
Riding on a donkey.
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As we sail ’round Cape Horn,
Where the climate’s always warm,
See the lion and the unicorn,
Riding on a donkey.
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We’ll see the girls with eyes of brown,
And drink the best there is in town,
We’ll eat and sleep on beds of down,
Riding on a donkey.
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We’ll clew up sail and heave her to,
And never sail ’till the pay day’s due,
We’ll sail upon the oceans blue,
Riding on a donkey.
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At Oxford Circus we’ll take our stand,
Among the lords and ladies grand,
We’ll sing and play with the band,
Riding on a donkey.
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My gal I’ll dress in ribbons bright,
At Garrie’s show we’ll spend the night,
My gal is always quite a sight,
Riding on a donkey.
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We’ll drink the best he’s got in store,
When it’s gone, we’ll call for more,
‘Till he shows us out the door,
Riding on a donkey.(chorus)