“Humble-bee, humble-bee,
Where hast thou been?
Humming so merrily,
Welcome within!
Humble-bee, humble-bee,
The cottage is cool for thee;
No enemy fear:
Oh, fly not so hastily,
Stay with me, stay with me,
I 'm all alone here;
Come enter within,
And hum while I spin,
And tell me, sweet humble-bee,
Where hast thou been?”

“I have been where the flowers
Smile sweet in the bowers,
Humble-bum, humble-bum-zee!
Where warbles the stream
By its merry banks green,
And zephyrs blow gently and free!”

“Humble-bee, humble-bee,
Saw thou my Philomy
Away in the sweet, sunny bowers?
He called me his pride,
As he tripped from my side;
He has gone to gather me flowers.”

“Oh yes, I have seen him to-day,
Beyond the bright fields far away,
Humble-bum, humble-bum-zee!
And he sang of his love
In the cool, shady grove,
But I knew not he sang thus of thee!”

“Oh yes! my sweet bee, he is mine,
And has promised forever to be;
And I—as the ivies entwine
Their arms round the young, blooming tree—
So fondly will prove
Unceasing in love,
And cling to my Philomy aye.
But stay! my sweet bee,
Oh, haste not from me!
Nor speed thy swift wings thus to fly,
But hum me thy hum
Till Philomy come,
And then I will bid thee Good-bye!”