This is the day we make our pay-day,
Dance, gal, gimme de banjo!
Oh, that banjo, that seven-string banjo,
Dance , gal, gimme de banjo!
Haul away for Campeachy Bay…
Oh, haul away an’ stretch out yer pay-ay…
A dollar a day is a buckera’s pay…
Oh, bend yer high shoes an’ lavender breeks, boys…
There’s my Sal, she’s the gal for me, Boys…
Oh, I know that she’ll be a-waiting for me-e…
I’ll bang on the banjo — to show her my love-o…
Oh, that banjo — that ping-a, pong-a banjo…