THE INDIAN PRINCE
 
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All sorts of men that were ever known
From the Northern Pole unto old Tyrone
Have asked of me would I be their own
But I've their love been curbing
And now I've met with an Indian Prince
By the name of Ping Pong Punka Walla Wince
But I've never been the same girl since
I saw him in his turban.

Chorus: He's an Indian Prince with any amount of tin
He comes and treats the neighbours
And he's learnt to say 'Bejabers'
And he wants to marry me
But fancy having to wed
With a man that wears a couple o' sheets
And the quilt around his head.


He wants to marry me right away
And take me back to Ind-i-ay
But not while I have a word to say
Will I be with him troublin'
He talks to me in his Hindustan
And he calls me his 'Lolly-Wolly-Dolly-olly-Pan
When he knows my right name's Mary Ann
And born and bred in Dublin.

Chorus:

He's awfully fond of his turban too
And fixes it on with knives and glue
Of yards it measures just fifty-two
Without the extra trimmin'
He says I shall have one when I go
To be Rajahess of Dooly-Wallah-Jo
But I think I'll leave that job, you know
Unto the Indian women.

Chorus: He's an Indian Prince with any amount of tin
And though he comes from 'Injy'
Oh, it isn't Ranjitsinjhi
And he wants to marry me
But fancy having to wed
With a man that wears a couple o' sheets
And the quilt around his head.
 
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Performed by Lily Marney
 
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