A king may buy whatever he likes A canary, for example may he choose to please his knights and gents And the canary she is ample
For what? They know not of her grace And shining boys become dull jack-a-dandies Singing to a barren dope's dream by the creek Drinking a fool's dumb brandy
But a pleasant peasant such as I Would miss Miss canary's tale A bountiful breast of song she bears Ceaselessly singing yonder till the day is pale
Tis she who taught men so bold And frail girls down at heart "No meaning lies in a white man's life, neglect till death do us part."
And death did part a king and his bird Where is my song this morning, love? By ashen heart and ill minded men He traded the people's money for a dove
Twas no great doing for he to trade Pure beauty for plain brash I heard her sing her sad farewell And break her wings through a broken bride's mad dash
Oh how the moons fly by I'd pray to catch Miss canary in the highest blossom tree That she did love as much as I The home of his highness, his royal majesty