VERSE 1Jim O’Shea was cast awayUpon an Indian isle,The natives there they lik’d his hair,They lik’d his Irish smile,So made him chief Panjandrum,The nabob of them all,They call’d him Jijiboo Jhai,And rigg’d him out so gay,So he wrote to Dublin BayTo his sweetheart just to say:
CHORUS“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.O’Shea, “Sure I’ve got Shea.”
VERSE 2O’er the sea went Rose McGeeTo 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 hereJust for ornament, my dear:
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VERSE 3Em’rald green he robed his queen,To share with him his throne,‘Mideastern charms and waving palms,They’d shamrocks, Irish grown,Sent all the way from Dublin,To Nabab J. O’Shea,But in his palace so fine,Should Rose for Ireland pine,With smiles her face will shine,When he murmurs, “Sweet-heart mine:
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