Ssendu [English translation]

Churn! Churn! give us some white butter

Churn! Churn! to fill the jar

Churn, churn yourself little milk

Give us the lump of butter we hoped

Calabash in my hands, you're my confidante

We know hunger but singing softens misery

We come to you to churn, my calabash is well educated

My buttermilk will be brewed, separated By the grace of my ancestor

Churn! Churn! give us some white butter

Churn! Churn! to fill the jar

Churn, churn yourself little milk

Give us the lump of butter we hoped

Calabash, enough now You can see it's getting noon (late)

I implore you, reward my efforts I churned with measure and precision

Butter floats and wriggles, I had a measure and a half

For the old woman and her little sons

Churn! Churn! give us some white butter

Churn! Churn! to fill the jar

Churn, churn yourself little milk

Give us the lump of butter we hoped