Calypso: Sparrow


Some people marry for love. but when the romance fades the marriage may collapse if a more solid foundation on reality has not been built underneath. Here is a marriage based entirely on reality, with no rose-tinted spectacles. Miss Walker is ugly but rich, and as far as the famous Trinidadian calypso singer, Sparrow, is concerned, that makes her eminently marriageable. Have we perhaps wandered into a novel by Jane Austen?

Good morning, Mr Walker I come to see your daughter
She ugly yes, but she wearing them expensive dress
The people say she ugly, but she father full o money
Oh Lord Mamma, woy woy

Good morning Mister Walker I come to see your daughter
Oh, Mister Walker! I come to see your daughter
Sweet Rosemarie, she promise she go marry me
And now I tired o waiting! I come to fix the wedding

After the wedding day, I don’t care what nobody say
Everytime I take a good look at she face I see a bankbook
Oh Lord Mamma, woy woy

Good morning Mister Walker I come to see your daughter
Hmm, Mister Walker! I come to see your daughter
Sweet Rosemarie, she promise she go marry me
And now I tired waiting! I come to fix the wedding, woy

Apart from that, they say how she so big and fat
When she dress they tantalize she, saying monkey wearing mini
Oh Lord Mamma, woy woy

Good morning Mister Walker I come to see your daughter
Oy, Mister Walker! I come to see your daughter
Sweet Rosemarie, she promise she gonna marry me
And now I tired waiting! I come to fix the wedding, Hmm

All I know, is I don’t intend to let she go
Cause if she was a beauty, nothing like me could get she
Oh Lord Mamma, woy woy

Good morning Mister Walker I come to see your daughter
Oy, Mister Walker! I come to see your daughter
Sweet Rosemarie, she promise she go marry me
And now I tired waiting! I come to fix the wedding, oh

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About layanglicana

Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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