1. 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 ev'ry morning
he would be Down underneath a bam boo tree,
Awaiting there his love to see And then to her he'd sing:
2. And in this simple jungle way, He wooed the maiden
ev'ry day, By singing what he had to say;
One day he seized her and gently squeezed her; And then beneath the
bamboo green, He begged her to become his queen;
The dusky maiden blushed unseen And joined him in his song.
3. This little story strange but true, Is often told in
Mataboo, Of how this Zulu tried to woo
His jungle lady in tropics shady; Although the scene was
miles away, Right here at home I dare to say,
You'll hear some Zulu ev'ry day, Gush out this soft refrain:
If you lak-a-me, lak I lak-a-you And we lak-a-both the
same, I lak-a say, this very day, I lak-a-change your name; 'Cause
I love-a-you and love-a-you true And if you-a love-a-me.
One live as two, two live as one Under the bamboo tree. If tree.