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As a child going to school in St Thomas you HAD to know this poem. It was performed in almost every school during Heroes Week. It still has an impact on me when I read it or watch it performed well.
I wish more was known about Bogle. I heard that his family got a hard time in the parish after the Brits crushed the rebellion and destroyed Stony Gut .
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The Ballad of Sixty-Five
by Alma Norman
The roads are rocky and the hills are steep,
The macca scratches and the gully's deep.
The town is far, news travels slow.
And the mountain men have far to go.
Bogle took his cutlass at Stony Gut
And looked at the small heap of food he'd got
And he shook his head, and his thoughts were sad,
You can wuk like a mule but de crop still bad.
Bogle got his men and he led them down
Over the hills to Spanish Town,
They chopped their way and they made a track
To the Governor's house. But he sent them back.
As they trudged back home to Stony Gut
Paul's spirit sank with each bush he cut,
For the thought of the hungry St Thomas men
Who were waiting for the message he'd bring to them.
They couldn't believe that he would fail
And their anger rose when they heard his tale.
Then they told Paul Bogle of Morant Bay
And the poor man fined there yesterday.
Then Bogle thundered, This thing is wrong!
They think we weak, but we hill men strong.
Rouse up yourself. We'll march all night
To the Vestry house, and we'll claim our right!
The Monday morning was tropic clear
As the men from Stony Gut drew near,
Clenching their sticks in their farmer's hand
To claim their rights in their native land.
Oh many mourned and many were dead
That day when the vestry flames rose red.
There was chopping and shooting and when it done
Paul Bogle and the men knew they had to run.
They ran for the bush were they hoped to hide
But the soldiers poured in from Kingston side.
They took their prisoners to Morant Bay
Where they hanged them high in the early day.
Paul Bogle died but his spirit talks
Anywhere in Jamaica that freedom walks
Where brave men gather and courage thrills
As it did in those days in St Thomas hills.
I wish more was known about Bogle. I heard that his family got a hard time in the parish after the Brits crushed the rebellion and destroyed Stony Gut .
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The Ballad of Sixty-Five
by Alma Norman
The roads are rocky and the hills are steep,
The macca scratches and the gully's deep.
The town is far, news travels slow.
And the mountain men have far to go.
Bogle took his cutlass at Stony Gut
And looked at the small heap of food he'd got
And he shook his head, and his thoughts were sad,
You can wuk like a mule but de crop still bad.
Bogle got his men and he led them down
Over the hills to Spanish Town,
They chopped their way and they made a track
To the Governor's house. But he sent them back.
As they trudged back home to Stony Gut
Paul's spirit sank with each bush he cut,
For the thought of the hungry St Thomas men
Who were waiting for the message he'd bring to them.
They couldn't believe that he would fail
And their anger rose when they heard his tale.
Then they told Paul Bogle of Morant Bay
And the poor man fined there yesterday.
Then Bogle thundered, This thing is wrong!
They think we weak, but we hill men strong.
Rouse up yourself. We'll march all night
To the Vestry house, and we'll claim our right!
The Monday morning was tropic clear
As the men from Stony Gut drew near,
Clenching their sticks in their farmer's hand
To claim their rights in their native land.
Oh many mourned and many were dead
That day when the vestry flames rose red.
There was chopping and shooting and when it done
Paul Bogle and the men knew they had to run.
They ran for the bush were they hoped to hide
But the soldiers poured in from Kingston side.
They took their prisoners to Morant Bay
Where they hanged them high in the early day.
Paul Bogle died but his spirit talks
Anywhere in Jamaica that freedom walks
Where brave men gather and courage thrills
As it did in those days in St Thomas hills.
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