We‘ ave stowed our ammunition, we‘ ave taken in our store, An’ our very last instructions we‘ ave‘ ad by semy-fore; The Flagship's made a signal,‘ We wish you all success,’ An’ we're off to Oojee-Moojee on the armoured cruiser‘ Bess.’
For the King of Oojee-Moojee Is a-comin of‘ is tricks, ‘ E's cheeked the English Consul, An‘ e's chucked‘ is wooden bricks.
‘ E wo n't do kindergarden, An’‘ e's done‘ is lessons wrong; Altogether Oojee-Moojee Is a-comin’ of it strong!
An’ the Point is miles be'ind us, an’‘ eadquarters furder still; We've exchanged a friendly greetin’ wi’ the bloke on Signal ‘ Ill; We are off to Oojee-Moojee, an’ we cannot be detained,
For relations dip-lo-matic‘ ave become a trifle strained! Now the King of Oojee-Moojee is a little coloured kid; An’‘ e rules some thousand niggers, an’‘ e does as‘ e is bid! For the Government of England, with‘ is interests in view,
‘ As civilised‘ is country — an’ collects‘ is revenue! For the King wot reigned afore‘ im was an‘ eathen nigger thief, So we sent a missionary, for to teach‘ im our belief. ( To prevent misunderstandin's, an’ avoid unpleasant scenes,
We likewise sent an‘ Otchkiss, an’ a‘ undred red marines. ) ‘ E would n't take our gospel, an’ unpleasantness arose, Which cost six whites, and niggermen proportionate to those; An’ we left the King a-swingin’ from a‘ Lyptus tree above,
Just to show as there was iron underneath the velvet glove. Then our skipper very kindly did an‘ andsome sort of thing, For‘ e made a proclamation that the nevvy of the King — A funny little kiddy, with a sat-on sorter face —
Should rule the Oojee-Moojee, an’ should take‘ is uncle's place. So we dressed‘ im up in velvets, an’ we fed‘ im up on buns, An’ we gave‘ is bit of buntin’ a salute of twenty guns, An’ we gave to‘ im a doctor for to cure‘ is chills an’ croups;
With a tutor, an’ a gen'ral for to organise‘ is troops. So‘ is tutor taught‘ im manners, an’ the way to part‘ is‘ air, An’ the gen'ral, in‘ is spare time, taught‘ im proper ways to sware; The doctor, to complete‘ im, was a-teaching him to mill —
When‘ is‘ ighness put the veto on the Education Bill. Then‘ e cheeked the British Consul! Then‘ e cussed the doctor's wife! An’‘ e chased‘ is good, kind tutor, with a bloomin’ carvin’ knife;
Tore‘ is books an’ burnt‘ is grammar ( said they was n't good for ‘ ealf ), Boned some whisky from the General, an’ unchristianised‘ isself! So, we're bound for Oojee-Moojee,
An we mus'n' t be detained; For relations dip-lo-matic ‘ Ave become a trifle strained: ‘ Situations complicated’ —
‘ Warship ordered to the scene!’ — Just because a nigger kiddy's Playin’ truant with the Queen!
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