So sweet I'll dress my Zootka fair

So sweet I'll dress my Zootka fair,
Such pretty toys her charms shall deck,
The nails of foes shall grace her hair,
Their eyes and teeth adorn her neck;
A hut I'll build her of catalps,
And sweetly hang it round with scalps,
And as we frantic skip and sing,
And join to form the mystic ring,
And cymbals twang,
And tymbals bang,
And jump and prance,
And frisk in wedlock's devious dance,
We'll drink and yam,
And make the banjer cry giam, giam.

The rose let Europe's beauties boast,
Asia the saffron's sickly die,
Let ebon wives grace Afric's coast:—
Can these with lovely Zootka vie?
Her olive cheek the gloss outshines
That decorates the copper mines—
Come then, and frantic, &c.

Some shave their eyebrows for the fair,
Others for love pull out their teeth,
Some by the roots tear up their hair,
To form a pretty marriage wreath:
My loving fist at Zootka's nose
Shall aim a hundred tender blows,
And as they frantic, &c.