In Port-au-Prince, the tall ships take on spiceBrown-skinned girls and the sailors they enticeSleep sweetly, Baron SamediThere's Jumbee working in the fieldsMmmmmmmI saw them once, burnt black, hacking a caneFeet dragging dust, ankles swollen by chainsSleep sweetly, Baron SamediThere's Jumbee working in the fieldsThe overseer, he snakes his whip to the knifeAnd they stumble on, goaded by its biteSleep sweetly, Baron SamediThere's Jumbee working in the fieldsInland, where the sweet magnolias bloomShuttered moonlight bathes the white man's roomSleep sweetly, Baron SamediThere's Jumbee working in the fields
