Though she lives so far away across the sea.
“There she raises cane, sweet sugar cane,
And she’s sweet as all the sugar plums you hoard;
She goes riding, sometimes colliding,
As she dashes through the breakers on a board.
Chorus: She’s my pineapple, etc.
“She weaves garlands, pretty garlands,
Which she hangs around her neck, a flowery chain,
Lead me there, boys, but beware, boys,
Lest your Petey never comes to you again.