In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who sings Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who sleeps While the river-bank weeps to the old willow tree In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who dies Full of beer, full of cries, in a drunken down fight
But in the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who's born On a muggy hot morn, by the dawn's early light In the port of Amsterdam, where the sailors all meet There's a sailor who eats only fish-heads and -tails