I've Got Rings On My Fingers

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