And guyed the policemen and laughed them down
With a boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, Boom....
Then I saw the Congo, creeping through the black, |Read exactly as in first section.|
Cutting through the jungle with a golden track.
A negro fairyland swung into view, |Lay emphasis on the delicate ideas. Keep as light-footed as possible.|
A minstrel river
Where dreams come true.
The ebony palace soared on high
Through the blossoming trees to the evening sky.
The inlaid porches and casements shone