THE GREEN EYE OF THE YELLOW GOD
 
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There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the North of Kathmandu
There's a little marble cross below the town
There's a broken hearted woman tends the grave of mad Carew
And the yellow god forever gazes down.

He was known as 'Mad Carew' by the subs at Kathmandu
He was hotter than they felt inclined to tell
But for all his foolish pranks, he was worshipped in the ranks
And the colonel's daughter smiled on him as well.

He had loved her all along, with a passion of the strong
The fact that she loved him was plain to all
She was nearly twenty-one and arrangements had begun
To celebrate her birthday with a Ball.

He wrote to ask what present she would like from Mad Carew
They met next day as he dismissed a squad
And jestingly she told him then that nothing else would do
But the green eye of the little yellow god.

On the night before the dance, Mad Carew seemed in a trance
And they chaffed him as they puffed at their cigars
But for once he failed to smile, and he sat alone awhile
Then went out into the night beneath the stars.

He returned before the dawn, with his shirt and tunic torn
And a gash across his temple dripping red
He was patched up right away, and he slept throughout the day
And the colonel's daughter watched beside his bed.

He woke at last and asked if they could send his tunic through
She brought it, and he thanked her with a nod
He bade her search the pocket saying, “That's from Mad Carew”
And she found the little green eye of the god.

She upbraided poor Carew in the way that women do
Though both her eyes were strangely hot and wet
But she wouldn't take the stone and Mad Carew was left alone
With the jewel that he'd chanced his life to get.

When the ball was at its height on that still and tropic night
She thought of him and hastened to his room
As she crossed the barrack square she could hear the dreamy air
Of a waltz tune stealing softly through the gloom.

His door was open wide, with the silver moonlight shining through
The place was wet and slippery where she trod
An ugly knife lay buried in the heart of Mad Carew
'Twas the vengeance of the little yellow god.

There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the North of Kathmandu
There's a little marble cross below the town
There's a broken hearted woman tends the grave of mad Carew
And the yellow god forever gazes down.
 
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Performed by Milton J. Hayes (1884-1940)
Performed by Bransby Williams (1870-1961)
 
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