But oh, it always breaks my heart

When Linda’s gone away.

Chorus.—Oh, my heart am very lonely, &c.

I’ve been Roaming o’er the Prairies.

I’ve been roaming, roaming o’er the prairies wild

Plucking dewy blossoms, happy as a child;

Casting care and sadness very far away,

For the earth rejoices on this pleasant day.

I’ve been roaming, roaming where the lilies sleep,