The Zeederberg by John Edmond Lyrics

My name is Peter Cobley
From Somerset I come
I rode up with the column
In 1891

I've blazed along with Berman
I've ridden with Selous
I've shaken hands with Cecil Rhodes
And Dr Jameson, too

[Chorus]
La-da-di-da, la-da-di-da
Hope for the Zeederberg
To roll on in and bring me
A little breath of England

I left my heart in England
When I set off to roam
And fourteen golden guineas
I've saved and sent back home
I have some land I'm planting
In green Mashonaland
I've wrote a proper letter home
And asked for Rosie's hand

[Chorus x2]
La-da-di-da, la-da-di-da
Hope for the Zeederberg
To roll on in and bring me
A little breath of England

No nightingale can sing here
No cuckoo in the dell
No glory of the spring here
No golden daffodil

But we will have the nightjar
And lilies of the flame
And all the sounds of Africa
To sing me Rosie's name

[Chorus x3]
La-da-di-da, la-da-di-da
Hope for the Zeederberg
To roll on in and bring me
A little breath of England