When the warships left Manila
Sailing proudly o’er the sea,
All the sailors’ hearts were filled with fond regret
Looking backward to this island
Where they spent such happy hours
Making love to every pretty girl they met.

When up stepped a little sailor with his bright eyes all aglow
Sayin, “Take a look at my gal’s photograph”
Then the sailors gathered round him just look upon her face
And he said, “I love my Filipino Baby.”