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I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in trenchtown,
Oba - oba serving the ypocrites
As they would mingle with the good people we meet.
Good friends we have, oh, good friends we've lost
Along the way.
In this great future, you can't forget your past;
So dry your tears, I seh.

No, woman, no cry
No, woman, no cry
Easy darlin, dont shed no tears:
No, woman, no cry.

I remember when-a we used to sit
In the government yard in trenchtown.
And then georgie would make the fire lights,
As it was logwood burnin through the nights.
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which Ill share with you;
My feet is my only carriage,
So Ive got to push on through.
But while Im gone, I mean:Everythings gonna be all right! All right.

Woman, little sister, dont shed no tears;
No, woman, no cry.