From the hills of Saint Andrew to the shores of Hellshire,
Lancedale walks proud, with a spirit none can still.
A real Jamaican man, roots deep in the land,
With wisdom in his voice and strength in his hand.
Today we rise and toast to your name,
A man of honour, never chasing fame.
You move like reggae—smooth, bold, and true,
With every beat, the island dances with you.
Sunrise greets you with golden light,
Your laughter echoes through the night.
From ackee and saltfish to a cold Red Stripe,
Your vibe is pure, your energy hype.
So blow out the candles, make a bold wish,
May your days be sweet like a mango dish.
Health, love, and joy—may they never stray,
Happy Earthstrong, Lancedale, bless up!
A man of honour, never chasing fame.
You move like reggae—smooth, bold, and true,
With every beat, the island dances with you.
Sunrise greets you with golden light,
Your laughter echoes through the night.
From ackee and saltfish to a cold Red Stripe,
Your vibe is pure, your energy hype.
So blow out the candles, make a bold wish,
May your days be sweet like a mango dish.
Health, love, and joy—may they never stray,
Happy Earthstrong, Lancedale, bless up!
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