Solomon Dey Praise Hin Love Di Woman 16. Oh north breeze, wake up; oh south breeze, come! Blow my garden, so dat di spices go flow out. Make my love enta inside hin garden, con chop hin finest fruits!”

Solomon Di Woman Dey Fyne Her Love 2. I bin dey sleep but my heart no gree sleep: na di voice of my love wey dey knock, wey tok sey, “Open for me my sista, my love, my dove, my pure girl: becos my head don full wit dew, and my dada don full wit di rain wey fall for night. 3. I don komot my cloth; how I go take wear am back? I don wash my legs, how I go con stain dem? 4. Naso my love put hin hand for di hole of di door, and my heart move for am. 5. I stand up to open…