In Port Au Prince
the tall ships take on spice
Brown skinned girls
and the sailors they entice
Sleep sweetly Baron Samedi
There's Jumbee working in the fields
I saw them once burnt black
hacking at cane
Feet dragging dust
ankles swollen by chains
Sleep sweetly Baron Samedi
There's Jumbee working in the fields
The overseer he snakes
his whip to the night
And they stumble on goaded by its bite
Sleep sweetly Baron Samedi
There's Jumbee working in the fields
Inland where the sweet
magnolia blooms
Shuttered moonlight
bathes the white man's room
Sleep sweetly Baron Samedi
There's Jumbee working in the fields
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