That man coulda knock back him waters, you know sah!
When him drink Old Brown and Coxs'n into The ground, then stand up straight as a plumb-line And keel him felt hat on him head and walk Home cool, cool, cool. Dem was water-bird, brother!
Funeral? Me, sah? That bwoy have to learn That 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 man Was mi friend. Damn mawga-foot bwoy. Is university turn him fool. I tell you, It burn me, it burn me for true!