# WANKI FONGO, Or, Chief of the Yankee Doodles.

A BOUT five hundred years ago,
There lived, (at least folks tell us so)
One Wanki Fongo Chi Chou Chu,
Chief of the Yankee Doodles.
He'd curly hair like a poodle dog.
A ring through his snout just like a hog,
His voice was husky as a fog,
In size he much resembled Gog;
His palace was but one story high,
And built with mud just like a stye,
And love alas! did sorely try,
The chief of the Yankee Doodles.

CHORUS.

Sing, Yankee Doodle, Doodle doo,
Bakarak Carrawak Tongataboo,
Wanki Fongo, Chi Chou Chu,
Chief of the Yankee Doodles.

There lived upon a neighbouring isle,
A Princess, whose bewitching smile,
Of peace and rest did quite beguile,
The chief of the Yankee Doodles,
She was tatoo'd to show her taste,
Her eyes shone like two balls of paste,
She wore a mat about her waist,
And measured five yards round at least;
Her lips like sausages pouting hung,
Her name was Callibash Quanki Wung,
And quite enchanted by her tongue,
Was the chief of the Yanke Doodle,
Sing, Yankee, &c.

The wedding day arrived at last,
And to partake of their repast,
The neighb'ring chieftans all were ask'd
By the chief of the Yankee Doodles.

Belonging to the luckless dead,
Upon whose bodies they had fed;
Their clubs & tomahawks waved in pride
For they brought the teeth of all that died
To adorn the neck of the beautiful bride
Of the chief of the Yankee Doodles.

Sing, Yankee, &c.

Twenty tigers, one by one,
With uncooked bears they gobbled down
But dreadful riot soon begun,

Thro' the queen of Yankee Doodles;
She made with spirits rather free,
And by mistake, oh crikeys! she
Sat down upon a chieftan's knee,
Which Wanki Fongo soon did see;
He swore in a range he'd have both hung
So on the wedding day Quanki Wung,
Up to a beam in the hut was swung.

By the chief of Yankee Doodles.

Sing, Yankee, &c.

They now first saw a little isle,
Which distant lay about a mile,
To which they row'd, the grief to wile.

From chief of the Yankee Doodles;
But soon they did their fate bewail,
The island was a monstrous whale,
Who thought their conduct ungenteel,
And bruis'd & drown'd them with his tail
Now, husbands, take my moral right,
Don'thangyour wives on the weddingnight
Unless you'd be in such a plight,

As the chief of the Yankee Doodles,
Sing Yankee, &c.

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