Nora - Cyril Blake’s Calypso Serenaders, Lord Kitchener

Ah, ah beg you to leave me,

Nora I going back to me country

Ah beg you to leave me, Nora,

I’m going back to me country

I tired with London,

I can’t hear the steelband beating in John john

I getting homesick and feeling sad,

I want my passage and I am going back Trinidad

So darling

(Nora, Nora, Nora)

Why don’t you leave Lord Kitchener?

(Nora, Nora, Nora)

I wanna go home and see me grandmother

(Nora, Nora, Nora)

Darling what is your intention

(Nora, Nora, Nora)

You can’t fool the lord, I’m a born Trinidadian

Yes, she started a-crying,

When she heard that Kitchy was leaving

These are the things the lady promised me,

A Rolls Royce and her father property

But I told her: «Well darling,

Money, no love doesn’t mean anything

I want to go home with no deceit,

I want to take up me duties in Vincent Street»

So darling

(Nora, Nora, Nora)

Why don’t you leave Lord Kitchener?

(Nora, Nora, Nora)

I wanna go home and see me grandmother

(Nora, Nora, Nora)

Darling what is your intention

(Nora, Nora, Nora)

You can’t fool the lord, I’m a born Trinidadian

Ah, Miss Nora was angry,

Take up a knife and threatened to kill me

Then she jump on me collar,

Stomping she feet and bawling for murder

But I told her quietly,

«Darling my mind is made up already

I’m very sorry I can’t remain

I’ve to go to the city of Port of Spain»

So darling

(Nora, Nora, Nora)

Why don’t you leave Lord Kitchener?

(Nora, Nora, Nora)

I wanna go home and see me grandmother

(Nora, Nora, Nora)

Darling what is your intention

(Nora, Nora, Nora)

You can’t fool the lord, I’m a born Trinidadian

Ah, Miss Nora was clever,

She played a trick on the Lord Kitchener

Me clothes in the laundry,

She had the ticket hidden secretly

But I use my discretion,

I pack me brig in leaving position

I wave my hand and told her «Ayo!»

And took the flying Dutchman to Piarco

So darling

(Nora, Nora, Nora)

Why don’t you leave Lord Kitchener?

(Nora, Nora, Nora)

I wanna go home and see me grandmother

(Nora, Nora, Nora)

Darling what is your intention

(Nora, Nora, Nora)

You can’t fool the lord, I’m a born Trinidadian