"Far, oh, far is the Mango island, Far, oh, far is the tropical sea — Palms a-slant and the hills a-smile, and A cannibal maiden a-waiting for me. I’ve been deceived by a damsel Spanish And Indian maidens both red and brown, A black-eyed Turk and a blue-eyed Danish And a Puritan lassie of Salem town. ... But there’s truth in the heart of the maid of Mango, Though her cheeks is black like the kiln-baked cork, As she sets in the shade o’ the whingo-whango A-waitin’ for me — with a knife and fork."