I have a póliceman down at de Bay, 
An’ he is true to me though far away.

I love my pólice, and he loves me too, 
An’ he has promised he’ll be ever true. 

My little bobby is a darlin’ one, 
An’ he’s de prettiest you could set eyes ’pon. 

When he be’n station’ up de countryside, 
Fus’ time I shun him sake o’ foolish pride. 

But as I watched him patrolling his beat, 
I got to find out he was nice an’ neat. 

More still I foun’ out he was extra kin’,
An’ dat his precious heart was wholly mine. 

Den I became his own a true sweetheart, 
An’ while life last we’re hopin’ not fe part. 

He wears a truncheon an’ a handcuff case, 
An’ pretty cap to match his pretty face. 

Dear lilly p’liceman stationed down de sout’,
I feel your kisses rainin’ on my mout’. 

I could not give against a póliceman; 
For if I do, how could I lub my Dan? 

Prettiest of naygar is my dear police, 
We’ll lub foreber, an’ our lub won’t cease. 

I have a póliceman down at de Bay, 
An’ he is true to me though far away.