Jamaican song and story

by Unknown

And the next one say:—

Margaret-Powell-Alone! What a pretty basket! Eggie-Law! What a pretty basket!

And the youngest bahl:—

Eggie-Law! What a pretty basket, eh? Yung-kyum-pyung! What a pretty basket, eh?

Brother Annancy hear it all good, an' he glad so till him fly out a the house an' gone.

Him go an' make up a band of music with fiddle an' drum, an' give the musicians them a tune to sing the names to.

An' after a week him come back.

When him get where the King could yerry, him give out:—"Play up the music, play up the music."

So they play an' sing:—