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I didnt realize that this part of the forum existed until today

Grand Designs---leads off of Random Samples----I guess Im still a noob : p anyways, a 100 bananas to everyone here. They will be in my next post.

 

Nevermind....the board doesnt allow that many emoticons......oh well.....heres 10 anyways

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Just imagine its 10 x 10 bananas

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So's your big Ape there KK laugh.gif

Awww, do da wittle monkey wanna nana? common001.gif

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"The Song of the Banana Man" by Evan Jones.

 

Touris, white man, wipin his face,

Met me in Golden Grove market place.

He looked at m'ol' clothes brown wid stain ,

AN soaked right through wid de Portlan rain,

He cas his eye, turn up his nose,

He says, 'You're a beggar man, I suppose?'

He says, 'Boy, get some occupation,

Be of some value to your nation.'

I said, 'By God and dis big right han

You mus recognize a banana man.

 

'Up in de hills, where de streams are cool,

An mullet an janga swim in de pool,

I have ten acres of mountain side,

An a dainty-foot donkey dat I ride,

Four Gros Michel, an four Lacatan,

Some coconut trees, and some hills of yam,

An I pasture on dat very same lan

Five she-goats an a big black ram,

Dat, by God an dis big right han

Is de property of a banana man.

 

'I leave m'yard early-mornin time

An set m'foot to de mountain climb,

I ben m'back to de hot-sun toil,

An m'cutlass rings on de stony soil,

Ploughin an weedin, diggin an plantin

Till Massa Sun drop back o John Crow mountain,

Den home again in cool evenin time,

Perhaps whistling dis likkle rhyme,

(Sung)Praise God an m'big right han

I will live an die a banana man.

 

'Banana day is my special day,

I cut my stems an I'm on m'way,

Load up de donkey, leave de lan

Head down de hill to banana stan,

When de truck comes roun I take a ride

All de way down to de harbour side-

Dat is de night, when you, touris man,

Would change your place wid a banana man.

Yes, by God, an m'big right han

I will live an die a banana man.

 

'De bay is calm, an de moon is bright

De hills look black for de sky is light,

Down at de dock is an English ship,

Restin after her ocean trip,

While on de pier is a monstrous hustle,

Tallymen, carriers, all in a bustle,

Wid stems on deir heads in a long black snake

Some singin de sons dat banana men make,

Like, (Sung) Praise God an m'big right han

I will live an die a banana man.

 

'Den de payment comes, an we have some fun,

Me, Zekiel, Breda and Duppy Son.

Down at de bar near United Wharf

We knock back a white rum, bus a laugh,

Fill de empty bag for further toil

Wid saltfish, breadfruit, coconut oil.

Den head back home to m'yard to sleep,

A proper sleep dat is long an deep.

Yes, by God, an m'big right han

I will live an die a banana man.

 

'So when you see dese ol clothes brown wid stain,

An soaked right through wid de Portlan rain,

Don't cas your eye nor turn your nose,

Don't judge a man by his patchy clothes,

I'm a strong man, a proud man, an I'm free,

Free as dese mountains, free as dis sea,

I know myself, an I know my ways,

An will sing wid pride to de end o my days

(Sung)Praise God an m'big right han

I will live an die a banana man.'

 

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