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 King of the Cannibal Islands.

(Air, "Geography Song." Pat's Pick, page 93; Franklin Square No. 1, page 91.) 8 Sharps.

Oh, have you heard the story of late, And if you've not it's in my pate, About a mighty potentate, The king of the Cannibal Islands. CHOKUS—Ho-kee-po-kee, win-kee wung, Pol-ly ma-koo ko-mo-ling kung, Han-ga-ree wan-ga-ree ching-i-ring ching, The king of the Cannibal Islands. He dined on clergymen cold and raw, He slaughtered them all without license or law. He never took less at a meal than four, This king of the Cannibal Islands.—Cho. Woman pudding and baby sauce, Little boy pie for a second course, He swallowed them all without any remorse, The king of the Cannibal Islands. —Cho. But the worst of my story remains to be told, It did not agree with his earthly mould, He died of eating his clergymen cold, The king of the Cannibal Islands. —Cho. The last words of this monarch bold Were not bequeathing his lands or gold, But warning all against clergymen cold, The king of the Cannibal Islands.—Cho.