Page:Claude McKay Constab Ballads.djvu/57

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PAY-DAY
53

Six long fortnight come an’ gone
Since some constab hol’ her up,
An’, wid all de try she try,
She can neber get a tup:
“Me wi’ tell Inspector F——
’Bout de ’ole o’ i’ to-day,
An’ den me wi’ really see
Ef him caan’ boun’ dem fe pay.

“Man dem, wid dem hungry gut,
Six long fortnight nyam me rash;
Not a gill me caan’ get when
Chiny dah dun fe him cash
Fe de plenty t’ings me trus’,
Sal’ fish, pork, an’ flour, an’ rice,
Onion an’ ingredients,
Jes’ fe mek de brukfus’ nice.”

See de waitin’ midnight girl
Wid her saucy cock-up lips,
An’ her strongly-built black hands
Pressed against her rounded hips:
She has passed de bound’ry line,
An’ her womanhood is sold;
Wonder not then, as you gaze,
Dat, though young, she looks so bold.

Once she roamed de country woods
Wid a free an’ stainless soul,
But she left for Kingston’s slums,

Gave herself up to de wul’: