Jumbee

In Port Au Prince the tall ships take on spice
Brown skinned girls and the sailors they entice
Sleep sweetly Baron Samedi, there Jumbee working in the fields
I saw them once burnt black hacking at cane
Feet dragging dust ankles swollen by chains
Sleep sweetly Baron Samedi, there Jumbee working in the fields
The Overseer he snakes his whip to the night
And they stumble on goaded by its bite
Sleep sweetly Baron Samedi, there Jumbee working in the fields
In land where the sweet Magnolia blooms
Shuttered moonlight bathes the white mans room
Sleep sweetly Baron Samedi, there Jumbee working in the fields



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Writer(s): Paul Roland
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