Nobody tink bout da peopo dat no mo notting. But no goin be lidat foeva. Da peopo dat not importan trus Dat bumbye, God goin help dem, An no mo nobody goin take dat away from dem.
Eh! You jalike my dove! Jalike you get nes inside da rough rocks, Inside da far places on da mountain side. Let me see yoa face! Let me hear you talk, Cuz sweet, yoa voice stay! An yoa face stay beautiful.
You know wat?! You look real good looking, Honey Girl! Fo real kine, so good looking! Yoa eyes behind yoa veil, Dey look pretty, jalike dove eyes. Yoa hair, az jalike da goats Dat stay come down from Mount Gilead.
But dis one, my dove, my perfeck one. No mo nobody stay jalike her! She da ony girl from her muddah, She da one her muddah love da mos. Da young wahines see her, An tell dat she stay good inside. Da queens an da odda kine wifes talk good bout her.
“You know, I stay send you guys out jalike sheeps, an you guys goin go wea da wild wolfs stay. So you guys gotta figga wat fo do, jalike da snakes, an no hurt nobody, jalike da doves.