Hand Cart Bwoy

Princess just hold on pon I and I hand
 I will never mek the I falter [
 The journey soon ends [soon be over]
 See I and I gates upon the rock deh
 She get whole heap a love and joy from the hand cart bwoy
 bobo
 youth whose name Fitzroy
 Round a market mi juggle pepper and pak choi
 She never know she woulda deh wid I
 She get whole heap a love and joy from the hand cart bwoy
 A the same likkle bobo youth whose name Fitzroy
 Round a market mi juggle pak choi
 She never know she woulda deh wid I
 I'm trodding from the mountains
 Pon mi foot a pure red dirt
 Crucus bag dem stitch up and the cabbage well cut
 bout a dozen I-trate pon mi shirt
 I've got peppers, some ripe bananas and some peanuts
 I met this princess in the market standing by the culvert
 I could see that all she need was I and I comfort
 Sey she come from up a River Gut
 But she's coming home to my little hut
 She always
 admire when I glorify the King
 And how I seal my turban each and every morning
 Sipping a little water from the spring
 I push my cart and dance and sing
 Oh what a loving, caring woman you are
 And what I am thankful for?
 She never tek no money from no superstar
 I'll be there for you no matter what's the circumstnce
 Rastafari is the light from a distance
 Princess trod on and skillful guidance