Don Bodden and the Three Sisters

(A legend of the Cayman Islands)

With a reggae rhythm, brightly

(G)Well, Don Bodden woke and

(C)saw the lovely (G)day

(G)The breeze was blowin’ (C)warm and it was (D)calling him to play

He (G)ate some eggs and (Bm)toast,

put (C)on swimming (A7)clothes (G)Took himself a (D)raft and (C)headed (D)for the (G)sea

That day was somewhat different than most

For the waves were crashing hard upon the coast

But he paid it never mind, and wasted no more time

Lay upon his raft, and headed out to sea

CHORUS:

(G)Let the waves come rollin’ (Am)by as the (C)bright sun rises (A7)high

(G)Don Bodden left his (A)sandals by the (C)coco(D)nut (G)tree

Once he pass the rough and tumble of the surf

Says he “I’ll off and lay my head down first”

Close his tired eyes, and breathe a restful sigh

As the raft ketch wind and slowly starts to drift.

As he in sleep, the land begin to shrink

The man and raft head eastward in a blink

The bustle of Georgetown is very soonly drowned

By the deep blue splashing sounds of the Endless Drink

CHORUS

The edge of raft got caught upon some rock

So there it stayed while Don went sliding off

No more did drift that man

For by the Great Creator’s hand

Each one became an island on the spot

This story tells of how it came to be

The land Cayman we know as islands three

For Don became the Brac,

And the raft stayed right out back

Since then Little Cayman’s where she ought to be