“Oh lor! yes, the place I come from—”

Ouch! my sweetheart, my Bee-no-nee!

As I looked ’round for to see him,

Where I left him for to see him,

He was looking for to see me—

Ouch! my sweetheart, my Bee-no-nee!

On the log he was a-sitting,

On the hollow log a-sitting,

That was chopped down by somebody—

Ouch! my sweetheart, my Bee-no-nee!