THE PARROT SONG
(Sung many years ago by Grandfather Talbot; obtained from Uncle Andy at Malad [Idaho])
As I lingered by a cottage door,
With a kind of silly grin, <= Added by collector
Listening to a maiden's song, <= Added by collector
The parrot said, "Come in, come in!"
The parrot said, "Come in!"
I walked inside the cottage room,
And I saw standing there
A maiden with a dimpled ching
A-combing her black hair, black hair,
A-combing her back hair.
Great surprise was in her eyes,
And yet she did not frown;
And as I smiled at that dear child,
The parrot said, "Sit down, sit down!"
THe parrot said, "Sit down!"
I sat down in the cottage chair,
Beside her little sister; <= Added by collector
And as she combed her long black hair, <= Added by collector
The parrot said, "Kiss her, kiss here!"
The parrot said, "Kiss her!"
The maiden smiled, and so did I-- <= Added by collector
She was pretty enough to kill; <= Added by collector
And as the girl made no reply,
Said I, "By Jove, I will, I will!"
Said I, "By Jove, I will!"
But as in haste I grabbed her waist,
She cried out, "Oh, no, no!" <= Added by collector
It was so nice I kissed her twice-- <= Added by collector
Then the parrot said, "Let go, let go!" <= Added by collector
Then the parrot said, "Let go!"
Her father then came rushing in
With a very angry shout; <= Added by collector
I took my arms from around her waist <= Added by collector
When the parrot said, "Sneak out, sneak out!"
when the parrot said, "Sneak out!"
The maiden moaned and dropped her comb <= Added by collector
As through the door I ran; <= Added by collector
But at the gate I knew my fate, <= Added by collector
For I felt the grip of an honest man,
Of an honest, honest man!"
He gave me two blow upon the nose
That I feel to this very day;
And out I flew--he kicked me, too!
And the parrot said, "Good day, good day!"
And the parrot said, "Good day!"
N.B. I secured this poem originally in incomplete form, and since that time have been unable to find anyone familiar with it. In order to give it sequence I have added the missing parts out of my imagination. For the benefit of authenticity I shall enumerate the lines not of my own composing: 1,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,19,20,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30,31,34,35,40,41,42,43,44,45... Kenneth Larson.