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