"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home
And sleep with you tonight
By the rings on your fingers
I can tell you are Doctor Bharat's wife"

"But if I am Doctor Bharat's wife
Doctor Bharat's not at home
He is out with Doctor Bobby
Having fun for himself"

And a servant who was standing by
And hearing what was said
He swore to Doctor Bharat he would know
Before the sun would set

And in his hurry to carry the news
He bent his breast and ran
And when he came to the East Coast Highway
He took off his shoes and he ran to Bobby house.

Little Harry Sham, he lay down
And took a little sleep
When he awoke, Doctor Bharat
Was standing at his feet

Saying, "How do you like my feather bed
And how do you like my sheets
How do you like my lady
Who lies in your arms asleep?"

"Oh, well, I like your feather bed
And well, I like your sheets
But better I like your lady gay
Who lies in my arms asleep"

"Well, get up, get up", Doctor Bharat cried
"Get up as quick as you can
It'll never be said in fair Guyana
I slew a naked man"

"Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up
I can't get up for my life
For you have two long well primed guns
And I not a pocket knife"

"Well, it's true I have two long guns
And they cost me deep in the purse
But you will have the better of them
And I will have the worse"

"And you will strike the very first blow
And strike it like a man
I will strike the very next blow
And I'll kill you if I can"

So Harry struck the very first blow
And he hurt Doctor Bharat sore
Doctor Bharat struck the very next blow
And Harry struck no more

And then Doctor Bharat he took his wife
And he sat her on his knee
Saying, "Who do you like the best of us
Harry Shaam or me?"

And then up spoke his own dear wife
Never heard to speak so free
"I'd rather a kiss from dead Harry's lips
Than you or your finery"

Doctor Bharat, he jumped up
And loudly he did bawl
He fired at his wife right through the heart
And she fell next to the wall.

compliments of a song from the english band with some new lyrics.

This will be the folklore when Guyana's history is written.