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OLD MAN IN THE BURG

Have you witness an old man in the burg
Slouching all day long in his vintage chair
Who had breath from dawn-to -dark to form a century
His sight are shadow but surfeit for memories
There at his right hand holding a short shaft to lift his swerve back
His hair is as blanched as lid
His words start and end in wisdom
The moon glow the old man lull under the tree
With his tale the youngsters heed
For century he had held
To flaunt the way to the hidden being.

1,2,3 times flee
4,5,6 the birds float
Day goes as bird glide
All ring round the tree
Tonight we chant our song
Up high the birds glid
Slow down the day goes
We must skip and jig round the tree tonight
For the bird shall journey
Us to the fantasy land.
1,2,3 we chase
But we all settle at the brook
Oh we must voyage tonight we say
Till night flee
And bear us another timr with the triple bird
Singing 4,5,6 we have popped in many places and arrive home

Prodigal son to his son
Where are you
When we held no dress
to fit our aged build
We nap all night with hollow stomach
You took away our dignity and gold
Here you bash with outcast
Skipping home now in qualm without cash.
Where are you
When you make us achieve in grief
No smile to warm our tired face
We hang so long
But all we could see is you
Full of hazard future
Who are you now
When your flagrant face florish not in peace
But in regret
We only nurture one to keep
But no sole to grant us a warrant by _and _by

Tamely softly it crack of dawn
Man is to stir from his shut-eye.
Here comes man again in cramp and dread to face the riddle of another day.
Cockcrow and man with his bolo to fetch and hunt for the light.
Oh rest a little my master "the woman says in fear"
But a man have to stife and battle with life "the elders says"
Well every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn
Stealthily the man goes so as not to get the lad awake.
In company man goes at dawn
But in drove they encompass them to trail the bogey on their face.
Men says let honour the night with drinks, dance and drums .
For the day as land and slain
But man must sleep to abjure to kicked off to a better life.

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