BALLAD. (When Yanko dear fight far away)

When Yanko dear fight far away, Some token kind me send; One branch of olive, for dat say Me wish the battle end.

The poplar tremble while him go, Say of dy life take care, Me send no laurel, for me know Of dat he find him share.

De ivy say, my heart be true, Me droop, say willow tree, De torn he say me sick for you, De sun-flower, tink of me.

Till last me go weep wid de pine, For fear poor Yanko dead; He come, and I de myrtle twine, In chaplet for him head.