In the abbey of the hibiscus
Which is not native to the Bahamas
But like everyone an immigrant
Where my sister is flying today
As we speak to lie in the sun
And go to the casino I’ll bet
While back at the abbey of one
We do laundry and clean toilets
We toil in the factory of one
Whatever else may be going on
In the abbey of the hibiscus
In the abbey of one
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