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Ingrid Jonker
YOU HAVE TRICKED ME
You’ve tricked me Dolieyou’ve cheated me like hell
my heart o little gooseberry
has shrivelled in its shell
The pastors say oh surely no
my mum says go away
my granny thinks oh heavens
our help has gone astray
But Dolie bokkie baby
you turned me down it’s true
in vain I grow my little days
like chickens all for you
No matter that I offer you
a fig with day-break’s tan
last night o my attatjie
you had another man
My tame owl and my mongrel
they howl through nights and days
but Dolie bokkie baby
we howl one word always
© Translation: 2007, Antjie Krog & André Brink
From: Black Butterflies
Publisher: Human & Rousseau, Cape Town, 2007
From: Black Butterflies
Publisher: Human & Rousseau, Cape Town, 2007
Jy’t my gekierang
Jy’t my gekierang
Jy’t my gekierang Doliejy’t my gefop
my hart o appelliefie
verdroë in sy dop
Die predikant sê agge nee
my ma sê agga gwaan
my ouma dink weg wêreld
waar kom ons ook vandaan
Maar Dolie bokkie baby
jy’t my verstoot
al maak ek ook my daggies
nes kuikens vir jou groot
Al gee ek jou die dagbreek
se rooywang-vy
jy’t laasnag – o my attatjie!
met ‘n ander man gevry
My brakhond en my mak uil
tjank groot en wyd
maar Dolie bokkie baby
ons tjank een woord altyd
© 1963, Ingrid Jonker Trust
From: Rook en Oker
Publisher: Afrikaanse Pers, Johannesburg
From: Rook en Oker
Publisher: Afrikaanse Pers, Johannesburg
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Jy’t my gekierang
Jy’t my gekierang Doliejy’t my gefop
my hart o appelliefie
verdroë in sy dop
Die predikant sê agge nee
my ma sê agga gwaan
my ouma dink weg wêreld
waar kom ons ook vandaan
Maar Dolie bokkie baby
jy’t my verstoot
al maak ek ook my daggies
nes kuikens vir jou groot
Al gee ek jou die dagbreek
se rooywang-vy
jy’t laasnag – o my attatjie!
met ‘n ander man gevry
My brakhond en my mak uil
tjank groot en wyd
maar Dolie bokkie baby
ons tjank een woord altyd
From: Rook en Oker
YOU HAVE TRICKED ME
You’ve tricked me Dolieyou’ve cheated me like hell
my heart o little gooseberry
has shrivelled in its shell
The pastors say oh surely no
my mum says go away
my granny thinks oh heavens
our help has gone astray
But Dolie bokkie baby
you turned me down it’s true
in vain I grow my little days
like chickens all for you
No matter that I offer you
a fig with day-break’s tan
last night o my attatjie
you had another man
My tame owl and my mongrel
they howl through nights and days
but Dolie bokkie baby
we howl one word always
© 2007, Antjie Krog & André Brink
From: Black Butterflies
Publisher: 2007, Human & Rousseau, Cape Town
From: Black Butterflies
Publisher: 2007, Human & Rousseau, Cape Town
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