Under the Bamboo Tree

Down in the jungles lived a maid
Of royal blood though dusky shade
A marked impression once she made
Upon a Zulu
From Matabooloo
And every morning he would be Down underneath the bamboo tree
A Waitin’there his love to see
And then to her he’s sing
To her he’d sing
If you like-a me, like I like-a you and we like-a both the same
I like-a say this very day, I like-a change your name.
'Cause I love-a you and lov-a you true and if you-a love-a me One live as two, two live as one
Under the bamboo tree