Once on a cannibal isle there dwelt a dark-eyed maid.|
She lived all alone in a little log hut 'neath the palm tree's shade.
And on that island she reigned as queen.
One day a stranger appeared on the scene.
Said he, 'Why waste your time out in this awful clime?
Oh, come with me, my pretty southern maid to my home across the sea.'
But he went fairly red when she turned up her nose and said:
'I wouldn't leave my little wooden hut for you.
I've got one lover, and I don't want two.
What might happen there is no knowing,
If he comes around, so you'd better be a-going,
For I wouldn't leave my little wooden hut for you!'
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