Hand Cart Bwoy - Perfect

Princess just hold on pon I and I hand

I will never mek the I falter [

The journey soon ends

See I and I gates upon the rock deh

She get whole heap a love and joy from the hand cart bwoy

bobo

youth whose name Fitzroy

Round a market mi juggle pepper and pak choi

She never know she woulda deh wid I

She get whole heap a love and joy from the hand cart bwoy

A the same likkle bobo youth whose name Fitzroy

Round a market mi juggle pak 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 stitch 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 culvert

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 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

I’ll be there for you no matter what’s the circumstnce

Rastafari is the light from a distance

Princess trod on and skillful guidance