A Cry of a Salt Merchant

Cry! Cry! Cry! To sell some sacks of Salt

Buy! Buy! Buy! To get some packs in Malt

Why? Why? Why? In me there any fault

Running, running to catch the train

After a heavy work in the rain

With full of strain and

On my shirt full of stain! To meet my wife

There go! There go fast the train

Here me! Here me waste my brain

No sleep no sleep around the train because

I am going to see my sweet heart in the lane

So far so far I was a sane, because

She said there no gain

Waking, waking in the morning train

In the early morning full of fog

No rest no rest for me any time, because

I am going to awake my wife, but

Her words are like knife

My life was not very safe

There go there go the train fast from where

I came!

I am a lucky merchant, for I need not go to the sea

For the salt water

Because my eyes are full of tears! Tears! Tears!

Come fast Come fast I will convert you in to salt!

Waste! Waste! Waste only my cry was the best!

                                                                                                                By Jegan son de Antony