I Wouldn't Leave My Little Wooden Hut For You
Composer(s): Tom Mellor; Chas. Collins
Performer(s): Ian Whitcomb



Once on a cannibal isle there dwelt a dark-eyed maid
She lived all alone in a little log hut 'neath the palm tree's shade
And on that island she reigned as queen
One day a stranger appeared on the scene
Said he, 'Why waste your time out in this awful clime?
Oh, come with me, my pretty southern maid to my home across the sea'
But he went fairly red when she turned up her nose and said

'I wouldn't leave my little wooden hut for you
I've got one lover, and I don't want two
What might happen there is no knowing
If he comes around, so you'd better be a-going
For I wouldn't leave my little wooden hut for you!'