Down in the jungle lived a maid,
Of royal blood, though dusky shade; alt: out in a palace in the shade
A marked impression once she made,
Upon a Zulu from Matabulu;
And ev'ry morning he would be
Down underneath the bamboo tree,
Awaiting there his love to see
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'd like-ta change your name;
'Cause I love-a-you and love-you a-true
And if you-a love-a me.
One live as two, two live as one,
Under the bamboo tree.