Look there is the steamer from far away lands.
It brings us St Nicholas he's waving his hands.
His horse is a prancing on deck up and down.
The banners are waving in village and town.

Black Peter is laughing and tells ev'ry one
'The good kids get candy the bad kids get none.'
O please dear St Nich'las
if Piet and you would just visit
our house for we all have been good.