Classic Poem

When Yanko dear fight far away,
Some token kind me send;
One branch of olive, for dat say
Me wish de battle end.
The poplar tremble as him go,
Say of dy life take care,
Me send no laurel, for me know
Of that him find him share.


II.

De ivy say my heart be true,
Me droop say willow tree,
De torn he say me sick for you,
De sun-flower tink of me.
Till last me go, weep wid the pine,
For fear poor Yanko dead;
He come, and I de myrtle twine,
In chaplet for him head.