My name is Peter Cobbley
From 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