Old maid was kicked out
bastard child in her arms
On the stone sidewalk of the dangerous colonial town
Somewhere between the shanty and the docks
She begs
Out of the range of the direct rain
A gold coin falls into her hat
A month's food and lodging
She held the child close
Kept her face aloof
And kept begging
The droplets got smaller
The coins slightly bigger
She took her bastard infant
Hard against her breast
She started her business right there in Nevis
where her bastard child would become a lord
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