Carpenter’s Complaint
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- For true. Fix we a nex' one, Miss Fergie -That man coulda knock back him waters, youknow sah!I remember the day in this said-same barWhen him drink Old Brown and Coxs'n intoThe ground, then stand up straight as a plumb-line
- And keel him felt hat on him head andwalkHome cool,cool, cool. Dem was water-bird, brother!Funeral? Me, sah? That bwoy have to learnThat a man have him pride. But bless mi days!Good enough to build the house that him live in
- But not good enough to make him coffin!I woulda do it for nutt'n, for nutt'n! The manWas mi friend.
- Damn mawga-foot bwoy.Is university turn him fool. I tell you,It burn me, it burn me for true!
- Now you think that is right, sah ? Talk the truth. The man was mi friend.I build it, IBuild the house that him live in; but nowThat him dead, that mawga-footbwoy, him son,Come say, him want a nice job for the coffin,
- So him give it to Mister Belnavis to make -That big-belly crook who don't know him arseFrom a chisel, but because him is big-shot, becauseHim make big-shot coffin, fi-him coffinmust betterThan mine! Bwoy it hot me, it hot me
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