In Port Au Prince the tall ships take on spice

Brown skinned girls and the sailors they entice

Sleep sweetly Baron Samedi

There Jumbee working in the fields

I saw them once burnt black hacking at cane

Feet dragging dust ankles swollen by chains

Sleep sweetly Baron Samedi

There Jumbee working in the fields

The Overseer he snakes his whip to the night

And they stumble on goaded by its bite

Sleep sweetly Baron Samedi

There Jumbee working in the fields

In land where the sweet Magnolia blooms

Shuttered moonlight bathes the white mans room

Sleep sweetly Baron Samedi

There Jumbee working in the fields