“Poly don ya sin do,
Poly don ya sin do.”
Anansi play again harder now,
“Poly don ya sin do,
Poly don ya sin do,
Poly don ya sin do,
Merry day t’-day ya,
Merry day t’-day ya,
Sin do, sin do-o!”
The chil’ make,
“Poly don ya sin do,
Merry day t’-day ya.”
Anansi shake de head an’ laugh an’ he play much stronger now,
“Poly don ya sin do,
Poly don ya sin do.”
The chil’ now sing louder,
“Poly don ya sin do!
Poly don ya sin do!”
As the chil’ sing that time, Anansi pick up the chil’, run right away
to the king palace, call for the king, put the chil’ in the chair, tol’
the king he make the chil’ sing, see tongue an’ teet’. The king
wouldn’t believe him. Anansi play him fiddle before the king, play the
same tune,—
“Poly don ya sin do,
Poly don ya sin do,
Poly don ya sin do,
Merry day t’-day ya,
Merry day t’-day ya,
Merry day t’-day ya,
Sin do, sin do-o!”
Chil’ begin now,
“Poly don ya sin do,
Merry day t’-day ya!”
And the king was very glad, an’ Anansi was nicely rewarded and the king
took the child in his own home, an’ dere she live wid de king forever.