Jamaican Song and Story

their name. All the learned man from all part of the ear

me I mus' have fe fin' them ya-ya gal

her Annancy make a pretty basket, an' put it in a the hou

an' go under the ho

et, an' it was the prettiest some

iggest one

ung! What a

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next o

l-Alone! What

What a pr

younge

hat a pretty

g! What a pret

ood, an' he glad so till him

th fiddle an' drum, an' give the musi

a week him

ld yerry, him give out:-"Play u

play a

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mes sing the

that calling my

them fe play

self from up'tairs, an' t

rry, so Annancy harder

n' him say:-"Who is dat,

m sing the tune

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elf off a him t'rone an

the t'rone, an' marry the yo

. Sometime him dere, sometime him gone r

ra me no c

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have fe find them ya (those here) gal name," but Annancy likes to add a few more syllables. His speec

o me, e

omed hut, consisting of the hall or dining-room and a bedroom. It is floored with inch-thick cedar boards roughly cut and planed, so

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d, hears everyt

ic. He almost s

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p the

tter, all

"Massoo" is an African word. The h

self down and breaks her nec

d the tiresomeness of dialect-printing, and for another reason to be mentioned by and by, this is not

ing, makes

s and runs upon his web and steals cows for his wife. Other stories

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any kind are call