Back to Hilo

There's a dark an' dirty wine-shop on a waterfront I know,

An' a cross-eyed Dago keeps it or he kep' it years ago

Where the sailormen an' greasers sit them down to dice and dine

An' I wish I was back again in Hilo... Hilo

Drinkin' old Jacinto's wine!

There's the blessed Andes standin' up behind it like a wall,

An' there's dust, an' stinks, an' insecks, an' there ain't much else at all,

An' them sulky Dago wenches, They was never much my line

But I wish I was back again in Hilo... Hilo

Drinkin' old Jacinto's wine.

For my mind it keeps on turn-in' An' I ask you, ain't it queer,

When the stuff we used to get there warn't a blooming patch on beer?

To that dirty dago's wine-shop An' them old-time pals o' mine,

But I wish I was back again in Hilo... Hilo

Drinkin' old Jacinto's wine.