Neither am poet nor a man of discernment
Though not a doll without smattering of love
The dark will be passionate to me as alike
If the compassionate not there all will blame

Neither am poet nor a man's discernment.
To sing a song and praise to you my dear
Am an experienced hunter to hunt local girls
Not known the art to win the family blue curls

Neither am poet nor a man's discernment.
The lady whom to owned me an adamant
She is neither abdicate nor abrogate to me
Am not knowing is being in heaven or in the pits