Lyrics Nora - Cyril Blake’s Calypso Serenaders, Lord Kitchener

Nora

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