We set to sail on a packet full of spice, rum and tea-leaves.    We've emptied out all the bars and the bowery hotels.    Tell your daughters do not walk the streets alone tonight    Tell your daughters do not walk the streets alone tonight.       To tell the tale of the jewess and the mandarin chinese boy    He led her down from her gilded canopy of cloth.    And through her blindfold she could make out the figures there before her    And how the air was thick with incense, cardamom and myrrh.       So goodnight, boys, goodnight    Say goodnight, boys, goodnight       We set to sail on the clipper that's bound for South Australia    The weather's warm there, the natives are dark and nubile.    But if you listen, quiet, you can hear the footsteps on the cross-trees    The ghosts of sailors passed, their spectral bodies clinging to the shrouds.       So goodnight, boys, goodnight    Say goodnight, boys, goodnight