It's is a bit like the following vintage song I'VE GOT RINGS ON MY FINGERS^^^ (F J Barnes, R P Weston) 1909 Now Jim O'Shea was cast away Upon an Indian Isle The natives there they liked his hair They liked his Irish smile So made him chief Panjandrum The Nabob of them all They called him Jij-ji-boo Jhai And rigged him out so gay So he wrote to Dublin Bay To his sweetheart, just to say Sure, I've got rings on my fingers, bells on my toes Elephants to ride upon, my little Irish Rose So come to your Nabob, and next Patrick's Day Be Mistress Mumbo Jumbo Jij-ji-boo J. O'Shea Across the sea went Rose Magee To see her Nabob grand He sat within his palanquin And when she kissed his hand He led her to his harem Where he had wives galore She started shedding a tear Said he, "Now have no fear I'm keeping these wives here Just for ornament, my dear" Sure, I've got rings on my fingers, bells on my toes Elephants to ride upon, my little Irish Rose So come to your Nabob, and next Patrick's Day Be Mistress Mumbo Jumbo Jij-ji-boo J. O'Shea In emerald green he robed his queen To share with him his throne 'Mid eastern charms and waving palms They'd shamrocks, Irish grown Sent all the way from Dublin To Nabob J. O'Shea But in his palace so fine Should Rose for Ireland pine With smiles her face will shine When he murmurs, "Sweetheart mine" Sure, I've got rings on my fingers, bells on my toes Elephants to ride upon, my little Irish Rose So come to your Nabob, and next Patrick's Day Be Mistress Mumbo Jumbo Jij-ji-boo J. O'Shea^^^ This British music hall song was written in 1909.
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