(To the tune of Brennan on the Moor)
Tis of a HK rich boy this story I will tell.
He forsook all if his riches, when in love he fell.
His Ai ren, had no money, so to a lo wah kieu she wed.
His parents bade him marry rich, he sailed away instead.
(Chorus)
Sing-jai on the sea, Sing-jai on the sea.
Brave, perhaps foolhardy was young Sing-jai on the sea.
Him being pampered as a youth, the sailing life was tough.
He couldn't boil water, he wasn't up to snuff.
He found some hingdais anyway and travelled the world around.
And when they all jumped ship it was in Boston's Chinatown.
(Chorus)
From the kitchen on the boat he worked the kitchen on the land.
And fighting chew and screwers when things got out of hand.
And after that was TVB and gambling through the night.
Unless the chai los robbed the den to steal and show their might.
(Chorus)
One time po jai, a friend of his, while being carted away,
Was seen by his white wife, who in anger she did say,
What if your son were to see you now all in this shameful plight.
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