That's right! Glwa a Dye!
I remember downtown Port-Au-Prince, in Haiti: people use to walk around selling leaflets of songs with the lyrics (no music scores!). These people use to teach you these songs on the spot. You'd sit with them. They sang the song. And you would sing every line and stanza with them. But once they left and you went home, you're left with this lyrics in your hand and no recollection of how the song went at all.
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