When we sing the blues, we're singin' out our hearts, we're singing out our feelings. Maybe we're hurt and just can't answer back, then we sing or maybe even hum the blues.

I made up my mind to keep my feelings to myself since they did not seem to matter to anyone else but me.

But as de old folk always say, Ah'm born but Ah ain't dead. No tellin' whut Ah'm liable tuh do yet.

An envious heart makes a treacherous ear.

Tell me, and then again show me, so I can know.

Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board.

To avoid the consequences of posterity the mulattos give the blacks a first class letting alone. There is a frantic stampede white-ward to escape from Jamaica's black mass.