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'd 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 love-a you true And if you-a love-a me One live as two, two live as one Under the bamboo tree
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 every day, Gush out this soft refrain.