On a south sea Isle by a sandy shore
She bathes in the surf for evermore
And sings.

She sings of enchanted blue lagoons
Of cocoanut groves under the moon
And things,

Of things a sailor most desires
Like a pretty girl and a glowing fire
And love.

And later when she tires of you
She’ll send you off o’er the blue
To roam.

But you’ll never escape the siren call
Of the dusky maid that so enthralled
Your senses.

So sailors all beware the guile
Of the dusky maid with the winsome smile
Who bathes in the surf by a sandy shore
Whose sole intent it is to lure the sailor.

For if you fall beneath her spell
She’ll break your heart and who can tell
Of the consequences.