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Verse
1
Dr. Beryl McBurnie,
was the grand lady who,
Guide us thru’ the first steps,
on
the journey,
To make our folk dance acceptable,
dances like the Bele and the Bongo.
That mean Mr. So and So,
and Ms. Dis
and Dat too,
Could now come out and applaud,
art
forms that were taboo.
She was the first to perform them on
a stage,
with the Master Biddeau and
even Tamboo Bamboo.
Chorus
Come Sonnyboy, ah
not going too far,
just give me a
lift in your motor-car,
Come Sonnyboy, just give Aunty B a
drop.
La Belle Rosette,
was her name when
she rose to fame,
From Hollywood to Broadway,
but she
knew that she couldn’t stay.
Because the land of her birth
keep
calling her home,
So she decide to return to become
the nation’s dance mother.
Verse
2
This true
Caribbean woman,
long before
Federation,
She dream us as one people,
a vision
she maintained too.
She start she own Little Carib
place,
to give the youth of the
nation some direction.
She even went Jamaica, and inspire
them,
To start their own dance theatre,
so
to give her just due,
The late professor Nettleford,
Never
fail to praise and thank her
for
what she do.
Chorus
Bridge
Come cocotte, bend your knee,
slide
back your leg just so,
That is how they know you could
dance the Limbo.
Yes dahlin’ do your thing,
shake up
them hips for so,
Let them see you Piquet dancing for
so.
Verse 3
When a real strong mother dies, the
“Drums Stop Talking,”
And all you hear is “Street Cries”
it look like the “Canes Burning”,
In this “Terra Seca” land all we
have robber talk and devil dancing.
Take this little tip from me,
let’s
go back to the “Early Days”,
Stop all of this disrespect,
and
value each other’s ways,
Bring the love back to these
islands,
let us all return to
brighter days.
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