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Songs of Jamaica (1912)

Songs of Jamaica (1912) Jubba [Footnote on the title: “Jubba”[1]] My Jubba waiting dere fe me; Me, knowin', went out on de spree, An' she, she wait deh till midnight, Bleach-bleachin' in de cold moonlight: An' when at last I did go home I found out dat she had just come, An' now she tu'n her back away, An' won't listen a wud I say. Forgive me, Jubba, Jubba dear, As you are standing, standing there, An' I will no more mek you grieve, My Jubba, ef you'll but forgive. I'll go to no more dancing booth, I'll play no more wid flirty Ruth, I didn' mean a t'ing, Jubba, I didn' know you'd bex fe da'; I only took two set o' dance An' at de bidding[2] tried me chance; I buy de big crown-bread fe you, An' won't you tek it, Jubba ? —do. Forgive me, Jubba, Jubba dear, etc. It was a nice tea-meeting though, None o' de boy dem wasn' slow, An' it was pack' wid pretty gal, So de young man was in dem sall;[3] But when I 'member you a yard[4] I know dat you would t'ink it hard, Aldough, Jubba, 'twas sake o' spite Mek say you wouldn' come te-night.[5] Forgive me, Jubba, Jubba dear, etc. - The 'u' has the value of the 'oo' in look ↵ - An auction of loaves of fine bread, profusely decorated by the baker's art, is a feature of rustic dances ↵ - So the young men had a fine time of it ↵ - In the yard, i.e., at home ↵ - Out of caprice Jubba had refused to go to the dance; she was jealously watching outside the booth, while her young man imagined she was at home ↵ - The usual receptacle for bread ↵
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