Claude McKay's Early Poetry (1911-1922): A Digital Collection

Bound Fe Duty

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. 

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