:oh; young eyes of new orleans and far
halt your dreams and see them come so true
for your days of want are near to come
and shall go merry,happyandgay
the dormer blows no zephyr, but see of beautiful sight .

Mom sew no seam or milk a friesian in
but toss pan cakes with orange and brandy for we
rita rears no pain and shall be with stains
matthew prays no moon, but the scotching light

the times are not to be same again
The sun will shine with its rays so wide
Hear the streets cry for joy
the days for us to roam and toil
from hamlet to chimneys we go
and sing a song the pirates sung
today is mardi gras
we shall lay our bars
and eat pancake and brandy
and say what fortune we,ve made