Lyrics

Now 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 Panjandrum
The Nabob of them all
They called him Jij-ji-boo Jhai
And rigged 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 Patrick's Day
Be Mistress Mumbo Jumbo Jij-ji-boo J. O'Shea

Across the sea went Rose Magee
To see her Nabob grand
He sat within his palanquin
And when she 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"

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 Jij-ji-boo J. O'Shea

In emerald 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"

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 Jij-ji-boo J. O'Shea

This British music hall song was written in 1909.

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