Oh my little dutch, come on, get your duds on
I'm gonna send you, sail on down the Hudson
I'm getting tired of you
I'm gonna send you back to amend me

Oh my little dutch girl, you don't do me better
I'll build me a boat and I'll send you down the river
The boat began to rock, and your heart began to quiver
And oh my little dutch girl, I'll send you down the river-o

I had a wife, she was a weaver
She couldn't weave, and I couldn't leave her

I had a wife, she was a quaker
She couldn't quake, and the devil couldn't make her

I had a wife, she was a shaker
She shook hard when the devil wouldn't take her

Oh my little dutch girl, you don't do me better
I'll build me a boat and I'll send you down the river
The boat began to rock, and your heart began to quiver
And oh my little dutch girl, I'll send you down the river-o