| On beautiful tropical Trinidad Isle
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| Where Caribbean breezes play
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| The quaint little natives will greet you
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| And smile as they welcome you
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| This way
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| As they welcome you
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| This way
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| Upon the isle I’m from which we come
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| We have a national characteristic
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| Which is very strong
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| Because we put the accent upon a wrong syllable
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| And we sing a tropical song
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| Upon the isle I’m from which we come
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| The point of interest beside the coconuts
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| Is that we put the accent upon the wrong syllable
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| And we sing a tropical song
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| We could show the natural wonders of the scenery
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| To you
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| We could show the native birds & perhaps give two or three
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| To you
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| And describe the climate & also tell the elevation
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| We could very hastily introduce the population
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| We could show you the hotel & the need of places
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| We could take you to the bar & visitors may fall upon their faces
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| If only we had a track we could probably take you to the races
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| But we prefer to accquaint you with the following interesting fact
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| That on the isle I’m on from which we come
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| We have a national characteristic
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| Which is very strong
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| And if you should remain here
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| You will discover one peculiar thing
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| Before very long
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| That you have put the accent upon the wrong syllable
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| And you sing a tropical song
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| And so we say welcome
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| To you |