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In Porto Prince the tall ships take on spice
Brown skinned girls and the sailors they entice
Sleep sweetly, Baron Samedi
There's jumbie working in the fields
Inland where the sweet magnolias bloom
Shuttered moonlight bathes the white man's room
Sleep sweetly, Baron Samedi
There's jumbie working in the fields
I saw them once burnt black, hacking a cane
Feet dragging dust, ankles swollen by chains
Sleep sweetly, Baron Samedi
There's jumbie 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's jumbie working in the fields



Авторы: Paul Roland


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