Ida, Sweet as Apple Cider

In the region where the roses always bloom,
Breathing out upon the air their sweet perfume,
Lives a dusky maid I long to call my own,
For, I know my love for her will never die,
When the sun am sinking in dat Golden West,
Little robin red breast gone to seek their nests,
And I sneak down to dat place I love the best,
Ever'y evening there along I sigh.

Ida! Sweet as apple cider,
Sweeter than all I know,
Come out! In the silv'ry moonlight,
Of love we'll whisper, so soft and low!
Seems as tho' can't live without you,
Listen, please, honey do!
Ida! I idolize yer
I love you, Ida, 'deed I do.