'twas the night before J'ouvert....
'Twas the night before Jouvert . . . and all through the yard,no bomb tune was missing, no arrangement too hard.The racks and the pans were made ready with care,In hopes that St. Bradley soon would be there. The panmen were nestled all snug in their beds,While visions of road march danced in their heads.Moms in her paint, and I feelin finehad gone out a road for a jump and a wine. When out in the street there arose such a clatter,I ran from the yard to see what was the matter.Down to the…See More
