Robert Burns in Jamaica
I\'ll take the boat to Jamaica
and try my hand as a plantation man
nothing for me here at home,
just hard labour on poor Mossgiel farm
Dusky maidens all around
I\'ll find my love in Kingston town,
I will hear the African drums
Jamaica soon will sing Robert Burns
Old Scotia, tho\' it breaks my heart
I must leave my native land
I\'m no\' thriving here at a\', at a\'
no mansion like a tobacco lord
I\'ll work for freedom, I give my word
my dusky wife around the house
a life as rich as Newton Mearns
and lots of little brown-eyed bairns
Across the lang sea lanes
Fortune may yet come my way
A Scottish poet must find his ship
and sail away to Jamaic-ay!