Jim O'Shea was cast away
Upon an Indian Isle
The natives there
They liked his hair
They liked his Irish smile
They named him Chief Pan Jan Drum
Nabob of them all
They call'd him Ji-ji-boo Jhai
And they rigg'd him out so gay
So he wrote to Dublin Bay
To his sweetheart just to say
Sure I've got rings on my fingers
Bells on my toes
Elephants to ride upon
My little Irish rose
So come to your Nabob
And next St. Patrick's Day be
Mistress Mumbo Jumbo Jij-ji-boo
J. O-Shea
O're the sea went Rose McGee
To see her Nabob grand
He sat within his palanquin
And when she kissed his hand
He led her to his harem
We he had wives galore
She started shedding a tear
Said he,"Now have no fear!
I'm keeping these wives here
Just for ornament my dear."
Sure I've got rings on my fingers
Bells on my toes
Elephants to ride upon
My little Irish rose
So come to your Nabob
And next St. Patrick's Day be
Mistress Mumbo Jumbo Jij-ji-boo
J. O-Shea
Em'rald green he robed his queen
To share with him his throne
'Mis eastern charms & waving palms
They'd shamrocks Irish grown
All the way from Dublin
To Nabob J. O'Shea
But in his palace so fine
Should Rose for Ireland pine
With smiles her face will shine
When he murmurs, "Sweetheart mine:
Sure I've got rings on my fingers
Bells on my toes
Elephants to ride upon
My little Irish rose
So come to your Nabob
And next St. Patrick's Day be
Mistress Mumbo Jumbo Jij-ji-boo
J. O-Shea