Handcart Boy

Yeah man! Princess just hold on pon I and I hand The journey soon ends See I and I gates upon the rock deh Worthy beloved She get whole heap a love a joy from the hand cart bwoy A the same little bobo youth wha name Fitzroy 'round a market mi juggle pap-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 culbut 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 get whole heap a love a joy from the hand cart bwoy A the same little bobo youth wha name Fitzroy 'round a market mi juggle pap-choi She never know she woulda deh wid I 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 She get whole heap a love a joy from the hand cart bwoy A the same little bobo youth wha name Fitzroy 'round a market mi juggle pap-choi She never know she woulda deh wid I She get whole heap a love a joy from the hand cart bwoy A the same little bobo youth wha name Fitzroy 'round a market mi juggle pap-choi She never know she woulda deh wid 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 She get whole heap a love a joy from the hand cart bwoy A the same little bobo youth wha name Fitzroy 'round a market mi juggle pap-choi She never know she woulda deh wid I She get whole heap a love a joy from the hand cart bwoy A the same little bobo youth wha name Fitzroy 'round a market mi juggle pap-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 culbut 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 get whole heap a love a joy from the hand cart bwoy A the same little bobo youth wha name Fitzroy 'round a market mi juggle pap-choi She never know she woulda deh wid I