Skin. I came not to be eaten; I sought thee, love, to woo; Besides,
bethink thee, dearest, Thou'st dined on cockatoo. Thy father is a
chieftain! Why, that's the very thing! Within my native country I too
have been a king. Behold this branded letter, Which nothing can efface!
It is the royal emblem, The token of my race! But rebels rose against
me, And dared my power disown-- You've heard, love, of the judges? They
drove me from my throne. And I have wandered hither, Across the stormy
sea, In search of glorious freedom,-- In search, my sweet, of thee! The
bush is now my empire, The knife my sceptre keen; Come with me to the
desert wild, And be my dusky queen. I cannot give thee jewels, I have
nor sheep nor cow, Yet there are kangaroos, love, And colonists enow.
We'll meet the unwary settler, As whistling home he goes, And I'll take
tribute from him, His money and his clothes. Then on his bleeding
carcass Thou'lt lay thy pretty paw, And lunch upon him roasted, Or, if
you like it, raw! Then come with me, my princess, My own Australian
dear, Within this grove of gum-trees We'll hold our bridal cheer! Thy
heart with love is beating, I f
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