Songtexte: Decemberists. Her Majesty. Shanty For The Arethusa.

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