Colin F. Jones

ON THE PLANTATIONS

The plantations plants swayed in the light,
Where black men hoed and toiled,
From dawn, ‘til dusk brought the night,
‘Twas then the billy[•] boiled.

The boss man came to fetch a new,
Young Lubra[•] from the mob,
Whom he would rape or just subdue,
And pay the tribe ten bob.

They worked for months with no pay,
And begged oft for a quid[•],
They got ten bob[•] for Lubra’s hey?
But not for the work they did!