Down where the tropic breezes blow,—
Palm trees so gently sway.
There lives a dark‑eyed girl I know,
And to her I will someday say:

Chorus
"My little Honolulu honey,
Life is bright and sunny,
Skies are clear;
And troubles disappear,
When you're near.
I like your pretty little island,
Let me call it my land,
There I'll stay;
I want to love you ever,
and promise never 
to go away.
And I would like to practise daily, 
on your ukelele, 
while you do
The famous Hula Hula whirl.
Sealing our hearts with a kiss; (some joy!) (oh boy)
What could be sweeter than this?
My little Honolulu honey girl,
Hawaiian pearl?

Sailing from San Francisco town,—
Over the western sea,—
I'll find my little girl of brown,
Waiting there on the shore for me;
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[...]
My little pearl?