The literature of the great Calypsonians, from what I've been able to find, is woefully underrepresented on the internet and libraries. For the lyrics below I don't make any particular effort to transcribe the sound of the language, except in specific instances of Trinbagonian English words or syntax, for example "distill water" or "Du."
"Concertina" (The Roaring Lion)
I beg yuh Miss Millie
For goodness sake take it easy
And please have some patience
And don't torture me with your long endurance.
(chorus) Oh no Miss Millie
For heaven's sake take it easy
Du don't advance any further
And kill me dead with your concertina
Last week you give me fever
All night long was the same maneuver
You had me piston in fire
Trying to fiddle your concertina
Oh no...
Your engine always in action
Day and night you want lubrication
Not me any longer
Your battery need too much distill water
Oh no...
Night and day you('re) complainin
Every minute your valve want grindin
If not your carriage your throttle
I'm too afraid of your old crank handle
Oh no Miss Millie
For heaven's sake take it easy
Du don't advance any further
And kill me dead with your concertina
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