Tis Sunday marning and ah sitting on me front porch
An can hear de neighbors dem coming and going
An ain't minding negga business
'Cause me eye on de needle as ah doing some mending
Eh, eh. Ah see de married man mistress
Dress up fancy, she going to church
Ah wondah wha she prayer will be
Huh, ah bet she'll ask de good Lord
Fu make de man leave he wife fu she
But you jus mark me word
'Cause de man ain't leaving he wife
So she jus wasting she time
And de good years of she life
She mus be 'bout forty-nine
And she been going wid he since she thirty-three
Ah ain't know wha she see in he
Well, he go soon dump she for a younger woman
By then she'll be too old to find a decent man
Eh, eh. He jus drive up. De dirty louse
Lawd, poopa, he even got a key fu de house
Ah ain't know what she go to church for
And she still committing adultery
Leh dem go 'head and mock de Savior
Ah warning dem, it ain't got no place call purgatory

THREE VIRGINS
    by: Emelda A. Edwards

Three Virgins stand side by side
To welcome all with arms open wide
They're beautiful, friendly and warm as the sun
Their names, St. Thomas, St. Croix, St. John

St. Thomas is the capital of all three
St. Croix is the largest, the one to see
St. John is a pearl in the midst
These islands visitors just can't resist

St. Thomas, St. Croix and yes, St. John
Islands of friendly people and sunshine year round
Sandy beaches and duty free shoping are enjoyed by all
Visitors come back, our charm always recall

American paradise these three beautiful islands
Lush foliage, calypso music and steelbands
We are proud to display the islands charm
The Virgins welcome all with arms open wide

*MY MOTHER'S WARNING
    by: Emelda A. Edwards

When I was a girl of ten
My mother how she warned me then
She told me how I ought to be
And this is what she said to me

Chorus

Mary, Mary my dear
Now you're very young
You mustn't play with older boys
I was once as young

Then one day I asked her this
Mother dear when can I kiss
She told me that I'd have to wait
That I could start none too late

Mary, Mary my dear....

Then one day when I was just sixteen
I fell in love with Tommy Dean
I told him what my mother said
And he agreed with what she said

Mary, Mary my dear.....

*This is my first poem which was set to music.