Jamaican Song and Story

o Miss Wenchy, an' the day when they was to get marry Miss Lumpy carry Miss Wenchy an' sho

-"T'ank God!

as Miss Lumpy say "T'ank God! nobody s

my pretty Polly, don't you tell, an' I'll

Parrot

ten]

I don't

ve another one you w

you tell, an' I'll give you a

, and he fly from houses to

ten]

ght a news to the

kill Miss W

of young

to the table where th

tears. An' the Parrot sing the same song:-"I brought, I brought a news to the you

drive away that nasty bird, fo

, but said:-"I heard my name call.

er an' tell him what become of Miss Wenchy. An

he pond an' show them where Mis

asten it up with tenpenny nails, an' carry him up to a high hill

ot laugh Ha!

ra me no c

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pitched high and the voice falls as low a

many times, and these words never vary. Obviousl

for bring, as we

s word represents. It may be

he matter is. The perverse misplacing of these words strikes a newcomer t

The not has

, pre

the barrel as it goes bumping dow