Mawga foot bwoy asking Mr.Belnavis to build the coffin.
Mr.Belnavis
Mr.Belnavis building the coffin for the son father who is dead.
coffin
Miss Fergie (Bartender)
Miss Fergie (Bartender)
Mr Belnavis drinking at the bar Old Brown and Coxs'n
LIQUOR
Miss Fergie (Bartender)
Now you think that is right, sah?Talk the truth The man was mi friend.I build it,I build the house that him live in; but now that him dead,that mawga-foot bwoy,him son,come say,him want nice job for coffin.
LIQUOR
Miss Fergie (Bartender)
So him give it to Mister Belnavis to make that big-belly crook who dont know him arse from a chisel,but because him is big-shot,because him make big-shot coffin, fi-him coffin must better than mine! Bwoy it hot me, it hot me
LIQUOR
For true.Fix we a nex' one,Miss Fergie that man coulda knock back him waters, you know sah!I remember the day in this said-same bar when him drink Old Brown and Coxs'n into the ground, then stand up straight as a plumb-line