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Lyr Add: Cannibalee
| Q (Frank Staplin) | 14 Feb 08 - 08:18 PM | |
| Q (Frank Staplin) | 14 Feb 08 - 08:54 PM | |
| Q (Frank Staplin) | 14 Feb 08 - 09:38 PM | |
| Jim Dixon | 17 Feb 08 - 01:04 AM | |
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Subject: Lyr Add: Cannibalee From: Q (Frank Staplin) Date: 14 Feb 08 - 08:18 PM Lyr. Add: CANNIBALEE Words G. H. M., music M. A. Taylor Moderato 1 There lived a young maid on a cannibal isle, She was fairer than fair could be; No sweeter young savage had ever been born, Her eyes were as bright as the star of the morn, And her teeth were as sharp as the point of a thorn: She was wondrous fair to see! Bass Voices. So she was. 2 There came to the island from over the main, A mariner bold and free; He looked on the maiden with many a sigh, And he whispered; "My darling, my I of mine I, You must love me and wed me, or else I must die." 'Twas a woeful sight to see. Bass voices. So it was. 3 And the maiden replied with a cannibal smile, "I adore thee, O thee of my thee; There's nothing I love like a lusty young wit, Just cooked to a moment and fresh from the spit; And I'll cut you all up to the very last bit, Your darling young cannibalee!" Bass voices. Cannibalee. CHORUS 1- (quicker and erese.) She was wondrous fair to see (So she was.) She was wondrous fair to see (So she was.) For her teeth were as sharp as the point of a thorn, Her teeth were as sharp as the point of a thorn, And her teeth were as sharp as the point of a thorn, She was wondrous fair to see. Chorus 2- 'Twas a woeful sight to see (So it was.) 'Twas a woeful sight to see (So it was.) "You must love me and wed me, or else I must die, You must love me and wed me or else I must die, You must love me and love me or else I must die." 'Twas a woeful sight to see (So it was.). Chorus 3- Your darling young Cannibalee (Cannibalee) Your darling young Cannibalee (Cannibalee) I'll eat you all up to the very last bit, For I'll eat you all up to the very last bit, For I'll eat you all up to the very last bit, Your darling young cannibal---ee. (Cannibalee) One of those songs with multiple choruses beloved by choral groups in the late 19th c. pp. 270-271, with score, "Scottish Students' Song Book," 3rd. ed., 1892. Based on the parody by C. F. Lummis of Annibel Lee, by Edgar Allen Poe. Lummis parody to follow. Who is G. H. M.? |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Cannibalee From: Q (Frank Staplin) Date: 14 Feb 08 - 08:54 PM A POE-EM OF PASSION (Cannibalee) C. F. Lummis (1859-1928) It was many and many a year ago, On an island near the sea, That a maiden lived whom you mightn't know By the name Cannibalee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than a passionate fondness for me. I was a child, and she was a child- Tho' her tastes were adult Feejee- But she loved with a love that was more than love, My yearning Cannibalee. With a love that could take me roast or fried Or raw, as the case might be. And that is the reason that long ago, In that island near the sea, I had to turn the tables and eat My ardent Cannibalee-- Not really because I was fond of her, But to check her fondness for me. But the stars never rise but I think of the size Of my hot-potted Canninbalee, And the moon never stares but it brings me nightmares Of my spare-rib Cannibalee; And all the night-tide she is restless inside, Is my still indigestible dinner-belle bride, In her pallid tomb, which is Me, In her solemn sepulcher, Me. p. 272, "The World's Wit and Humor," The Review of Reviews Company, NY. Charles Fletcher Lummis is known primarily for his fights for American Indian rights, and his campaigns against the policy of tearing Indian children from their parents and culture and 'educating' them in institutions (compare the Australian treatment of the Aborigines). He wrote on the customs and culture of the Pueblo Indians, worked with Bandelier, and took important end of 19th c. photographs of Indians. Editor, Librarian (Los Angeles Public Library, chief librarian), founder of the Southwest Museum, and campaigner for preservation of the Spanish missions. He also collected and published folk songs from New Mexico, and wrote 'irreverent verse.' |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Cannibalee From: Q (Frank Staplin) Date: 14 Feb 08 - 09:38 PM Lummis published "A Poe-em of Passion" (Cannibalee) in "A Broncho Pegasus," which included the "Ball at Dolores." |
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Subject: Lyr Add: CANNIBALEE From: Jim Dixon Date: 17 Feb 08 - 01:04 AM Another version, from "Popular College Songs" compiled by Lockwood Honoré, 1891, page 14. Sheet music can be viewed at the linked page. CANNIBALEE Words, B. A Gould, Jr.; Music, M. A. Taylor. 1. A cannibal lived on a cannibal isle. He was thinner than thin could be. His legs were as lean as the tail of a rat, And his head rattled round in his number five hat, And he left no mark on the ground where he sat. 'Twas a woeful sight to see. (So it was.) 'Twas a woeful sight to see. (So it was.) 'Twas a woeful sight to see. (So it was.) For he left no mark on the ground where he sat, For he left no mark on the ground where he sat, For he left no mark on the ground where he sat, 'Twas a woeful sight to see. (So it was.) 2. Now there came to this island from over the main A laudable missionaree. His weight was three hundred and forty-three pound, And his paunch and his jowls and his tonsure were round, And he left a mark where he sat on the ground. 'Twas a curious sight to see. (So it was.) 'Twas a curious sight to see. (So it was.) 'Twas a curious sight to see. (So it was.) For he left a mark on the ground where he sat, For he left a mark on the ground where he sat, For he left a mark on the ground where he sat, 'Twas a curious sight to see. (So it was.) 3. Now the moral of the song that I'm trying to sing You soon will be able to see, For the Christian proved docile and teachable quite, He learned of the heathen the thing that was right, And one Sunday morning before it was light, He ate up the cannibalee. (So he did.) He ate up the cannibalee. (So he did.) He ate up the cannibalee. (So he did.) And one Sunday morning before it was light, And one Sunday morning before it was light, And one Sunday morning before it was light, He ate up the cannibalee. (So he did.) |
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