I WOULDN’T LEAVE MY LITTLE WOODEN HUT FOR YOU!
 
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Once on a cannibal isle there dwelt a dark-eyed maid
Lived all alone in her little log hut in the palm tree's shade
And on the Island she reigned as queen
One day a stranger appeared on the scene
Said he, 'Don't waste your time
Out in this awful clime
But come with me, my pretty southern maid
To my home across the sea'
But he went very red, when she turned up her nose and said,

Chorus: '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 round, so you'd better be going
'Cos I wouldn't leave my little wooden hut for you.'


Just then some cannibals came in sight with swords and spears
Longing for something for supper that night making ugly leers
That queen said, 'You'd better go
That chief in war-paint, you see, is my beau'
'Oh, is that true?' he said
As towards the stream he fled
And jumped into a boat that was floating there
He was soon clean out of sight
He won't return again, just to hear that girl explain.

Chorus:
 
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Sung by Daisy Dormer (1883-1947)
Written and composed by Tom Mellor & Chas. Collins
 
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