Who is going there along the causeway
with bangles on the arms?
Oh, it is only the slave girl
of my lord of the farm.
Throw away those bangles, girl,
and come under this umbrella.
This umbrella is just for a day,
but my bangles are for all my life.
Who is going there along the causeway
with palm-leaf rolls in the ears?
Oh, it is only the slave girl
of my lord of the farm.
Throw away the palm-leaf rolls, girl,
and come under this umbrella.
This unbrella is just for a day,
but these palm-leaf rolls are for all my life.
Who is there going along the causeway
with silver anklets on the feet?
Oh, it is only the slave girl
of my lord of the farm.
Throw away the silver anklets, girl,
and come under this umbrella.
This umbrella is just for a day,
but these anklets are for all my life.