R. P. Weston and F. J. Barnes , 1909

VERSE 1

Jim O'Shea was cast away upon an Indian isle.
The natives there, they liked his hair, they liked his Irish smile,
So made him chief Panjundrum, the nabob of them all,
They called him Ji-ji-boo Jhai
And rigged him out so gay,
So he wrote to Dublin Bay
To his sweetheart just to say:

REFRAIN

" 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 Patrick's day,
Be Mistress Mumbo Jumbo Jijiboo J.
O'Shea. "

VERSE 2

O'er the sea went Rose McGee to see her nabob grand,
He sat within his palanquin and when she'd kissed his hand
He led her to his harem, where 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. "

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VERSE 3

Em'rald green he robed his queen to share with him his throne,
'Mid eastern charms and waving palms they'd shamrocks, Irish grown,
Sent 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. "

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