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 ev'ry morning he would be
 Down underneath the bamboo tree,
 Awaiting there his love to see
 And then to her he'd sing:
 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.
 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.
 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.
 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.