He said he had a daughter
I thought she'd been around
Her skin was soft and brown
She'd never met a jailbird [unverified]
Her eyes were black, her hair was raven
She offered me her body
Maybe I could meet her
Her father's men came after me
And run from town to town
She never met a jailbird
She offered me her body
Oh, that was how I met that slave dealer's daughter
So I fell in love with that slave dealer's daughter
The ports of northern Africa
For three long years I've hid my face
I knew that she was lonely
And the man I met
He thought I was a trader
Eighteen years, she looked a woman
I knew that she was lonely
Trying to hunt me down
