Over Jenkins Walls

Old and Psychiatric people alike

Various mental cases like my uncle Mike

Either willingly or by force were kept

Right behind the green now gray gates where they slept

Jenkins was the name from the community

Everybody knew it by this where psychiatry

Never was understood and was something to fear

Kept overnight and you will seldom get out of there

I know nuff Bajans were scared

Numbers of people morbidly feared

So when I heard of Ossie going in

Wasn’t surprised to hear the escape he was planning

Another inmate told Ossie that come midnight

Leh we climb cross to the other side, he will hold the light

Look, Ossie said, I ‘aint walking cross pun dah light beam to dah pad

So dat when I get half ways you cuh turn off the light, yah t’ink I mad