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BOSTON GLOBE PHOTO ESSAY

No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry;
No, Caaltuu, no cry;
No, Amina, no cry.

Said - said - said: I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in wretched SHASHEMENE town,

Observing the hypocrites
As they starve and kill the good people we meet.
Good friends we have, oh, good Michu we’ve lost
Along the way.
In this great future, you can’t forget your past;
So dry your tears, I seh.

No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
‘Ere, little darlin’, don’t shed no tears:
No, ICU, no cry.

Said - said - said: I remember when-a we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown.
And then Georgie would make the fire lights,
As it was logwood burnin’ through the nights.
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which I’ll share with you;
My feet is my only carriage,
So I’ve got to push on through.
But while I’m gone, I mean:
Everything’s gonna be all right!
Everything’s gonna be all right!
Everything’s gonna be all right!
Everything’s gonna be all right!
I said, everything’s gonna be all right-a!
Everything’s gonna be all right!
Everything’s gonna be all right, now!
Everything’s gonna be all right!

So, woman, no cry;
No - no, woman - woman, no cry.
Woman, little sister, don’t shed no tears;
No, Orom@ntic girl, no cry.

RIP MICHU and the millions of childrens with the same fate.