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