John Edmond - The Zeederberg
My name is Peter CobbleyFrom Somerset I come
I rode up with a column
In 1891
I've blazed along with Burnham
I've ridden with Selous
I've shaken hands with Cecil Rhodes
And Doctor Jameson too
La da da da
La da da da
Oh 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
La da da da
La da da da
Oh for the Zeederberg
To roll on in and bring me
A little breath of England
La da da da
La da da da
Oh 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 night-jar
And lilies of the flame
And all the sounds of Africa
That sing me Rosies's name
La da da da
La da da da
Oh for the Zeederberg
To roll on in and bring me
A little breath of England
La da da da
La da da da
Oh for the Zeederberg
To roll on in and bring me
A little breath of England
La da da da
La da da da
Oh for the Zeederberg
To roll on in and bring me
A little breath of England
Written by:
JOHN EDMOND
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