African American Poetry: A Digital Anthology

Claude McKay, "Bound Fe Duty" (1912)

TRAMP, tramp, tramp, we go a-trampin',
   Policemen on duty boun'
From de Depôt to de city,
   For dere's racin'-time come roun'.
 
Wid our great cloaks buttoned round we,
   Our best trampin' boots all strong,
Kit-bags, helmet-bags in each hand,
   We go merrily along.
 
Tramp, tramp, tramp, we go a-trampin',
   Stoutly marchin' t'rough de rain;
Soon we'll all be tucked quite snugly
   In a corner o' de train.

Our light hearts are filled wid gladness,
   As we're sweetly whirled away
From de station to de city,
   For it means some extra pay.
  
Passin' cane-fields all a-racin',
   Lush bananas coated blue,
We're whirled onward to de city,
   Where dere's work for us to do. 


From Constab Ballads, 1912

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