Jeremiah make up sad kine songs fo no foget Josiah, an still yet today all da guys an wahines dat sing no foget Josiah wit dose sad kine songs. Dey stay make um da funeral songs fo da Israel peopo, an write down how fo sing dose sad kine songs.
“Da importan peopo an da not so importan kine peopo, dey all goin mahke inside dis land. No mo nobody goin bury dem, an no mo nobody goin stay sad inside an cry fo dem. No mo nobody goin cut dea body o make dea head bolohead fo show dey stay sad inside.
Moan inside, but no show you sore inside. Wea yoa regula kine turban an no go aroun barefeet fo show you stay sad inside. No cova up yoa beard, o eat funeral kine food.”
Dey jalike da kids dat stay sit inside da open market place, an stay yell to dea frenz, ‘Eh! Us guys play da flute fo you guys, but you guys no like dance! Us guys sing one sad funeral song, but you guys no like cry.’
Peter go wit dem, an wen he come ova dea, dey take him upstairs to da room. All da widows stay stan aroun him. Dey stay cry an show him da shirts an da coats Dorcas make wen she stay wit dem.
No mo nobody goin eva play music inside yoa town no moa. No mo harp, o flute, o trumpet. No mo nobody goin hear da music no moa. No mo da guys dat know how fo make fancy kine stuffs. Nobody goin hear da noise from da millstone Dat grind flour fo yoa bread.