Lyrics:

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 a 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 inna Manchester area....

(He) give me 17 bunch 'a 'di green, green banana
34 pound 'a 'di Irish potatoe
55 pounds of the sweet, sweet cassava
Lord, him never have no tomato!
'im never have no tomato

Hear me now, man- me say:
First thing me do, me fling the van inna gear
The second thing me do, me reach a 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
34 pound of the Irish potato
55 pounds of the sweet, sweet cassava
84 pound of the yam named Renta
Lord, me never have no sensimilia
Me 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 nah black - Jah know that it brown
That's why you have the food, I said, round town', Lord!

Whole heap of green, green banana
34 pound of the Irish potato
55 pounds of the sweet, sweet cassava
84 pound of the yam named Renta
Lord, me never have no tomato
Me never have no tomato

Lord, me say me
First thing me do, me fling the van inna gear
The second thing me do, me reach a 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
34 pound of the Irish potato
55 pounds of the sweet, sweet cassava
84 pound of the yam named Renta
Lord, me never have no tomato
Me never have no sensimilia

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, ah, since I have Jah by my side
But I really can't take this fighting, and no war

Jamaica, Jamaica
Jamaica, Jamaica

Imagine:
Hear me now, me lion:
Down in Jamaica, Briggy born and grow
The Ochi Rios falls, I-man love it so
We used to go a school and play tee-tah-toe