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,