Jamaica Jamaica

Jamaica, Jamaica

Jamaica, Jamaica (Hear me now, me lion)

Down in Jamaica Briggy born and grow

The Ochi Rios falls, I man love it so

I used to go at school and play tee-tah-toe

And down in Jamaica them play domino

I tell you, St. Catherine down to Hanover

Man, Trelawny down to Westmoreland

I tell you, St. James right 'round to Clarendon

Lord, even St Mary right 'round to Portland

I man borrow my brother van

Was making a tracks going over these hills, man

To check my grandfather, who is a farmer

Lord, who live in a Manchester area

Give me seventeen bunch an' di green-green banana

Thirty-four pound of di Irish potato

Fifty-five pounds of di sweet-sweet cassava

Lord, him never have no tomato

Him never have no tomato (Hear me now, man)

Mi say di first thing mi do, mi fling the van in a gear

The second thing mi do, mi reach at Spanish Town Square

By my surprise is a woman appear

She say "Papa Briggy, what you really have there?" (Hey)

Whole heap of green-green banana

Thirty four pound of di Irish potato

Fifty-five pound of di sweet-sweet cassava

Eighty-four pound of the yam name Renta

Lord, mi never have no sensimilia

Mi never have no sensimilia

Jamaica, Jamaica

Jamaica, Jamaica (Lord)

After, went downtown and check Miss Brown

She say "Papa Briggy, you're the king of the town

Your complexion no black, Jah know that it brown

That's why you have the food, I said, 'round town" (Lord)

Whole heap of green-green banana

Thirty four pound of di Irish potato

Fifty-five pound of di sweet-sweet cassava

Eighty-four pound of the yam named Renta

Lord, mi never have no tomato

Mi never have no tomato (Lord)

Mi say di first thing me do, mi fling the van in a gear

The second thing mu do, mu reach at Spanish Town Square

The third thing mi do I man tie up my scale

By my surprise, is a woman appear

She say "Papa Briggy, what you really have there?" (Hey)

Whole heap of green-green banana

Thirty four pound of di Irish potato

Fifty-five pound of di sweet-sweet cassava

Eighty-four pound of the yam named Renta

Lord, mi never have no tomato

Mi never have no sensimilia (That's why mi want you)

Turn me loose, turn me loose (Jah know, ribbit-i-tit-i-tit)

Take the shackles from off my feet

I want to rock to the beat

'Cause it's so long since I have Jah by my side (Woah-oy)

But I really can't take this fighting, and no war

Jamaica, Jamaica

Jamaica, Jamaica (Imagine)

Down in Jamaica, Briggy born and grow

The Ochi Rios falls, I man love it so

We used to go at school and play tee-tah-toe