On the Coast of Coromandel Where the early pumpkins blow, In the middle of the woods Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. Two old chairs, and half a candle, - One old jug without a handle, - These were all his worldly goods: In the middle of the woods, These were all the worldly goods, Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo, Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. Once, among the Bong-trees walking Where the early pumpkins blow, To a little heap of stones Came the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. There he heard a Lady talking, To some milk-white Hens of Dorking, - "'Tis the Lady Jingly Jones! On the little heap of stones Sits the Lady Jingly Jones!" Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo, Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. "Lady Jingly! Lady Jingly! Sitting where the pumpkins blow, Will you come and be my wife?" Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. "I am tired of living singly, - On this coast so wild and shingly, - I'm a-weary of my life; If you'll come and be my wife, Quite serene would be my life!" - Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo, Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. "On this Coast of Coromandel, Shrimps and watercresses grow, Prawns are plentiful and cheap," Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. "You shall have my chairs and candle, And my jug without a handle! - Gaze upon the rolling deep (Fish is plentiful and cheap); As the sea, my love is deep!" Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo, Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. Lady Jingly answered sadly, And her tears began to flow, - "Your proposal comes too late, Mr Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo! I would be your wife most gladly!" (Here she twirled her fingers madly) "But in England I've a mate! Yes! You've asked me far too late, For in England I've a mate, Mr Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo! Mr Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo! "Mr Jones -(his name is Handel, - Handel Jones, Esquire, & Co.) Dorking fowls delights to send, Mr Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo! Keep, oh! keep your chairs and candle, And your jug without a handle, - I can merely be your friend! - Should my Jones more Dorkings send, I will give you three, my friend! Mr Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo! Mr Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
