Story: Yung-Kyum-Pyung
Book: Jamaican Song and Story
Author(s): Walter Jekyll
Published: 1907
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Notes: I’ve removed the eye-dialect but used the same vocabulary and syntax. Jekyll comments, “Annancy likes to add a few more syllables. His speech is Bungo talk. The Jamaican looks down on the bungo who ‘no speak good English.’ … Massoo is an African word.” Cassidy and Le Page’s Dictionary of Jamaican English identifies masu (massoo) as a Twi word in Jamaican English.

Annancy and the King’s Daughter

A King had three daughter, but nobody in the world know their name. All the learned man from all part of the earth come to guess them name, and no one could guess them.

Brother Annancy hear of it and say, “Me me I must have for find them here-here gal name. Not a man can do it ably no me.”

So one day the King three gal gone out to bathe, and Brother Annancy make a pretty basket and put it in of the house where he knew they was going to come for eat them vittle. He leave it there, and go under the house for hear the name.

When them come, them see the basket, and it was the prettiest something they ever see in their life.

Then the biggest one cry out:
Yung-kyum-pyung! What a pretty basket!
Marg’ret-Powell-Alone! What a pretty basket!

And the next one say:
Marg’ret-Powell-Alone! What a pretty basket!
Eggie-Law! What a pretty basket!

And the youngest ball:
Eggie-Law! What a pretty basket, eh?
Yung-kyum-pyung! What a pretty basket, eh?

Brother Annancy hear it all good, and he glad so till him fly out of the house and gone. Him go and make up a band of music with fiddle and drum, and give the musicians them a tune to sing the names to. And after a week him come back.

When him get where the King could hear, him give out, “Play up the music, play up the music.” So they play and sing:
Yung-kyum-pyung, Eggie Law, Marg’ret-Powell-Alone.

After six times sing the Queen hear. She say, “Who is that calling my daughter name?” Annancy tell them for play all the better. Then the Queen massoo himself from upstairs and throw down, broke him neck.

That time the King no hear, so Annancy harder to play the music still. At last the King hear, and him say, “Who is that, calling me daughter name?”
Annancy let them sing the tune over and over:
Yung-kyum-pyung, Eggie Law, Marg’ret-Powell-Alone.
And the King throw himself off of him throne and lie there still dead.

Then Annancy go up and take the throne and marry the youngest daughter and a-reign.
Annancy is the wickedst King ever reign. Sometime him there, sometime him gone run upon him rope and thief cow for him wife.

Jack Mantora me no choose none.

Annancy’s tune

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