Songs of Jamaica (1912)
To a Comrade
LITTLE comrade, never min’
Though another is unkin’;
“Of de pain o’ dis ya wul’
We must suck we bellyful.”[1]
Little comrade, moan not so,
Oh, you fill my heart with woe!
Sad I listen to your cries,
Can’t you ope your burnin’ eyes?
Little comrade, though ’tis hot,[2]
Say you will revenge him not:[3]
Talk not thus, you mek me grieve,
Promise me you will forgive.
Little comrade, never min’
Though a brother is unkin’;
Treat him kindest as you can,
Show yourself the better man