I've been trying for so long The ports of northern africa and the man I met He said he had a daughter He thought I was a trader That slave dealer's daughter Her eyes were black her hair was raven Her skin was soft and brown Eighteen years she looked a woman I thought she'd been around She'd never met a jailbird? ? ? I knew that she was lonely With that slave dealer's daughter Her father's men came after me For three long years I've hid my face And run from town to town I knew that she was lonely With that slave dealer's daugther...