Where the flyin’ fishes play,
An’ the dawn comes up like thunder outer
China ’crost the Bay!
’Er petticut was yaller an’ ’er little cap was green,
An’ ’er name was Supi-yaw-lat—jest the same as Theebaw’s Queen,
An’ I seed ’er fust a-smokin’ of a whackin’ white cheroot,
An’ a-wastin’ Christian kisses on an ’eathen idol’s foot:
Bloomin’ idol made o’ mud—
Wot they called the great Gawd Budd—
Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed ’er where she stood!