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Says the ingenue a-speakin' to the cam'ra man, McMeekin :
"I won't marry you!" And then, so he'd forget, Bill sailed to an isle where breezes were so warm that pink chemises Were unheard of by the natives black as jet. And the very night he landed on the wharf were black men banded, There to watch the Bazoo's daughter pick a mate. And — she picked him for the victim ! Tho he fought, the vandals licked him And in jail he waited for the wedding date.
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Ev'ry day the Bazoo's daughter came to woo, and bring water, So one morn he "snapped" her with his new machine. When she'd gone, he broke a fetter, and sat down and wrote a letter To the ingenue, the one and only queen. "Dear," he wrote, "My Gosh ! Take pity on me in this heathen city, Where the grave is better than a maiden's kiss ! Once again, I beg you, marry ! Otherwise, it's hari-kari, Or a life on Easter island here with — THIS!"
(He inclosed the snap of Princess, who was quince of all the quinces.) Days went by, and all his hopes grew faint and chill. But one day before the wedding fell a letter on his bedding, And it said : "Come home. . . I love you. . . really, Bill!" Now when full of love's sweet dreamin' ev'ry cam'ra man's a demon Who would make a common lover gasp and gape ! And who hedged by bride and sentry, and some other strong armed gentry He planned that very evening to escape !
From his jeans he took a doughnut. (Long the sentry'd longed to own it ;
Such a treasure Easter black men rarely see.) And at dawn this priceless ransom crossed the palm of sentry handsome,
And the gate swung softly open ! He was free ! Hours later, bells were tolling, but the cam'ra man was rolling
'Cross the seas, and nearer home at ev'ry lurch ! And far back across the water sat the Bazoo's frightful daughter,
Far from weeping — she was cussin ! — at the church !
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