I play mi music up in London town,
Where I conjure up a carnival soun’.
Pon de bridge, most of de day,
Mi steel drum, I love to play.
I help to brighten de peoples’ day,
As, cross de bridge, dey mek dere way.
Some of dem stroll; some of dem race,
But mi music put a smile on dere face.
I play dem music wid a jolly beat;
Mi music ring out so loud an’ sweet.
As mi steel drum sing its song,
One or two folk, dey dance along.
I play de drum fah many a year:
I love to spread de love an’ cheer.
Such joy to people, mi music give;
Wid out mi music, I could nah live.
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