That’s the place where I would be;
There’s a girl in Maldonado,
And she gave her heart to me.
Starved with sixty days of sailing,
How we swaggered to the shore,
Hands in pockets, eyes cocked sideways,
At the girl in every door.
Sweet they fluttered to our shoulders,
She, my girl, the fairest girl,
And I took her for a plaything,