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A cannibal maid with strong white teeth,
Sat up in a tree one day,
And a missionary paused beneath,
For a pious little pray.
The man was fair and maid was young,
And she showed that her heart was smit.
She could only say, "Goo!" in her native tongue,
But his pray's had made a hit.
So the man climbed up and the maid climbed down,
And they met on a big stout limb,
And they swung their feet, as he said "My sweet,"
And she said "Goo!" to him.
"My sweet," "Goo!"
"My sweet," "Goo!"
"My sweet," "Goo, goo, goo, goo, goo!
They sat very close on the big stout limb
And he taught her how to pray,
And he taught her to say, "Kiss me" to him,
In a fascinating way,
And he cared no more to idly roam,
For her lips were ruby red;
The godly man was far from home,
And he straightway lost his head.
So they sat up closer and closer still,
In their seat on the big stout limb,
And they swung their feet, as he said "My sweet,"
And she said "Goo!" to him.
"My sweet," "Goo!"
"My sweet," "Goo!"
"My sweet," "Goo, goo, goo, goo, goo!
But the cannibal maid was sorely vexed,
And she knew not what to do.
The habits formed in her youth perplexed,
As she softly murmured "Goo"
So tender and sweet the young man seemed,
She thought, "What a lovely stew
Or a roast he'd make," but of love she dreamed,
As she softly murmured "Goo!"
So she cuddled up closer and closer still,
In her seat on the big stout limb,
And they swung their feet, as he said "My sweet,"
And she said "Goo!" to him.
"My sweet," "Goo!"
"My sweet," "Goo!"
"My sweet," "Goo, goo, goo, goo, goo!
But time sped on and the noon day sun
Looked down, Thanksgiving day,
And saw that the race of love was run,
She had dined in her own sweet way.
For she sat alone on the big stout limb,
And she looked like a dear young bride,
While the groom! She murmured at thought of him,
"How happy I feel inside!"
But she missed him sadly in after days,
In her seat on the big stout limb,
For he could'nt say "Sweet," as she swung her feet,
And she could'nt say "Goo!" to him.
"Goo!"
"Goo!"
"Goo, goo, goo, goo, goo!
Object Description
Title | The missionary's flirtation Thanksgiving day in the Fiji Islands |
First line of verse | A cannibal maid with strong white teeth. |
Statement of Responsibility | words by James Clarence Harvey with permission of the New York Herald ; [music by] Paul Klengel. |
Composer | Klengel, Paul K. |
Lyricist | Harvey, James Clarence |
Publisher | New York : Carl Fischer |
Date | 1901 |
Physical Description | 1 score (5 p.) 36 cm. |
Instrumentation | voice and piano |
Note | Caption title. |
Cover Art Description | red/white/green; 4 small lithographs illustrating the song. |
Subject - Library of Congress | Popular music -- United States -- 1901-1910 -- Scores |
Spencer Subject | Black music - subjects |
Digital Collection | Frances G. Spencer Collection of American Popular Sheet Music |
Lyrics |
A cannibal maid with strong white teeth, Sat up in a tree one day, And a missionary paused beneath, For a pious little pray. The man was fair and maid was young, And she showed that her heart was smit. She could only say, "Goo!" in her native tongue, But his pray's had made a hit. So the man climbed up and the maid climbed down, And they met on a big stout limb, And they swung their feet, as he said "My sweet" And she said "Goo!" to him. "My sweet" "Goo!" "My sweet" "Goo!" "My sweet" "Goo, goo, goo, goo, goo! They sat very close on the big stout limb And he taught her how to pray, And he taught her to say, "Kiss me" to him, In a fascinating way, And he cared no more to idly roam, For her lips were ruby red; The godly man was far from home, And he straightway lost his head. So they sat up closer and closer still, In their seat on the big stout limb, And they swung their feet, as he said "My sweet" And she said "Goo!" to him. "My sweet" "Goo!" "My sweet" "Goo!" "My sweet" "Goo, goo, goo, goo, goo! But the cannibal maid was sorely vexed, And she knew not what to do. The habits formed in her youth perplexed, As she softly murmured "Goo" So tender and sweet the young man seemed, She thought, "What a lovely stew Or a roast he'd make" but of love she dreamed, As she softly murmured "Goo!" So she cuddled up closer and closer still, In her seat on the big stout limb, And they swung their feet, as he said "My sweet" And she said "Goo!" to him. "My sweet" "Goo!" "My sweet" "Goo!" "My sweet" "Goo, goo, goo, goo, goo! But time sped on and the noon day sun Looked down, Thanksgiving day, And saw that the race of love was run, She had dined in her own sweet way. For she sat alone on the big stout limb, And she looked like a dear young bride, While the groom! She murmured at thought of him, "How happy I feel inside!" But she missed him sadly in after days, In her seat on the big stout limb, For he could'nt say "Sweet" as she swung her feet, And she could'nt say "Goo!" to him. "Goo!" "Goo!" "Goo, goo, goo, goo, goo! |
OCLC | 44880650 |
Call No. | Spencer B6276 .329 |
Rights | http://www.baylor.edu/lib/digitization/digitalrights |
Metadata set | 2006 |
Resource Type | Text |
Format | TIFF |
Language | English |
Identifier | B6276_329 |
Custodian | Baylor University - Crouch Fine Arts Library |
Description
Title | pg. 1 |
Digital Collection | Frances G. Spencer Collection of American Popular Sheet Music |
Lyrics |
A cannibal maid with strong white teeth, Sat up in a tree one day, And a missionary paused beneath, For a pious little pray. The man was fair and maid was young, And she showed that her heart was smit. She could only say, "Goo!" in her native tongue, But his pray's had made a hit. So the man climbed up and the maid climbed down, And they met on a big stout limb, And they swung their feet, as he said "My sweet" And she said "Goo!" to him. "My sweet" "Goo!" "My sweet" "Goo!" "My sweet" "Goo, goo, goo, goo, goo! They sat very close on the big stout limb And he taught her how to pray, And he taught her to say, "Kiss me" to him, In a fascinating way, And he cared no more to idly roam, For her lips were ruby red; The godly man was far from home, And he straightway lost his head. So they sat up closer and closer still, In their seat on the big stout limb, And they swung their feet, as he said "My sweet" And she said "Goo!" to him. "My sweet" "Goo!" "My sweet" "Goo!" "My sweet" "Goo, goo, goo, goo, goo! But the cannibal maid was sorely vexed, And she knew not what to do. The habits formed in her youth perplexed, As she softly murmured "Goo" So tender and sweet the young man seemed, She thought, "What a lovely stew Or a roast he'd make" but of love she dreamed, As she softly murmured "Goo!" So she cuddled up closer and closer still, In her seat on the big stout limb, And they swung their feet, as he said "My sweet" And she said "Goo!" to him. "My sweet" "Goo!" "My sweet" "Goo!" "My sweet" "Goo, goo, goo, goo, goo! But time sped on and the noon day sun Looked down, Thanksgiving day, And saw that the race of love was run, She had dined in her own sweet way. For she sat alone on the big stout limb, And she looked like a dear young bride, While the groom! She murmured at thought of him, "How happy I feel inside!" But she missed him sadly in after days, In her seat on the big stout limb, For he could'nt say "Sweet" as she swung her feet, And she could'nt say "Goo!" to him. "Goo!" "Goo!" "Goo, goo, goo, goo, goo! |
Rights | http://www.baylor.edu/lib/digitization/digitalrights |
Resource Type | Text |
Format | TIFF |
Identifier | B6276_329_01 |
Custodian | Baylor University - Crouch Fine Arts Library |