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handcart boy - perfect lyrics

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 st-tch 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 circ-mstnce
rastafari is the light from a distance
princess trod on and sk!llful 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 st-tch 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

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