I’ve been roaming, I’ve been roaming,
Where the honey-suckle sips,
And I’m coming, and I’m coming,
With its kisses on my lips.
I’ve been roaming, &c.
I’ve been roaming, I’ve been roaming
Over hill and over plain,
And I’m coming, and I’m coming,
To my bower back again.
I’ve been roaming, &c.