| Song | Gotta Get It Home |
| Artist | Die Streuner |
| Album | Hurra, Na Endlich |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hey hi ho my love gotta get it home when you can | |
| Hey hi ho my love, | |
| gotta get it home when you can | |
| My ship went down in a killing ground | |
| My shipmates left me for dead | |
| I crawled ashore to a Spanish whore | |
| And I almost lost my head | |
| I made my way through the countryside | |
| And took what I could find | |
| Ate berries and roots and fungus flesh | |
| And almost lost my mind | |
| Hey hi ho my love… | |
| A missionary priest took me in for a while | |
| And hid me in his hole | |
| Well I drank his wine as he preached his line | |
| And I almost lost my soul | |
| In a Spanish man o' war they held me fast | |
| And locked me in the hold | |
| But I broke my chains in a Hansestadt | |
| And filled my pockets with gold | |
| Hey hi ho my love… | |
| I played my way round coastal towns | |
| Enjoying my new found wealth | |
| In taverns and inns full of lustful sins | |
| I almost lost my health | |
| A fair Beguine she taught me well | |
| I learnt to read and write | |
| I lost my heart in her body and mind | |
| And I'll stay here all my life | |
| Hey hi ho my love… |
| Hey hi ho my love gotta get it home when you can | |
| Hey hi ho my love, | |
| gotta get it home when you can | |
| My ship went down in a killing ground | |
| My shipmates left me for dead | |
| I crawled ashore to a Spanish whore | |
| And I almost lost my head | |
| I made my way through the countryside | |
| And took what I could find | |
| Ate berries and roots and fungus flesh | |
| And almost lost my mind | |
| Hey hi ho my love | |
| A missionary priest took me in for a while | |
| And hid me in his hole | |
| Well I drank his wine as he preached his line | |
| And I almost lost my soul | |
| In a Spanish man o' war they held me fast | |
| And locked me in the hold | |
| But I broke my chains in a Hansestadt | |
| And filled my pockets with gold | |
| Hey hi ho my love | |
| I played my way round coastal towns | |
| Enjoying my new found wealth | |
| In taverns and inns full of lustful sins | |
| I almost lost my health | |
| A fair Beguine she taught me well | |
| I learnt to read and write | |
| I lost my heart in her body and mind | |
| And I' ll stay here all my life | |
| Hey hi ho my love |
| Hey hi ho my love gotta get it home when you can | |
| Hey hi ho my love, | |
| gotta get it home when you can | |
| My ship went down in a killing ground | |
| My shipmates left me for dead | |
| I crawled ashore to a Spanish whore | |
| And I almost lost my head | |
| I made my way through the countryside | |
| And took what I could find | |
| Ate berries and roots and fungus flesh | |
| And almost lost my mind | |
| Hey hi ho my love | |
| A missionary priest took me in for a while | |
| And hid me in his hole | |
| Well I drank his wine as he preached his line | |
| And I almost lost my soul | |
| In a Spanish man o' war they held me fast | |
| And locked me in the hold | |
| But I broke my chains in a Hansestadt | |
| And filled my pockets with gold | |
| Hey hi ho my love | |
| I played my way round coastal towns | |
| Enjoying my new found wealth | |
| In taverns and inns full of lustful sins | |
| I almost lost my health | |
| A fair Beguine she taught me well | |
| I learnt to read and write | |
| I lost my heart in her body and mind | |
| And I' ll stay here all my life | |
| Hey hi ho my love |