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Jamaica, Jamaica!**lf**Jamaica, Jamaica!**lf****lf**Hear me now, me lion:**lf**Down in Jamaica, Briggy born and grow**lf**The Ochi Rios falls, I-man love it so**lf**I used to go a school and play tee-tah-toe**lf**And down in Jamaica them play domino**lf****lf**I tell you: St. Catherine down to Hanover, man**lf**Trelawny down to Westmoreland**lf**I tell you: St. James right round to Clarendon, Lord!**lf**Even St Mary right round to Portland**lf**I-man borrow my brother van**lf**Was making a tracks going over these hills, man**lf**To check my grandfather, who is a farmer, Lord!**lf**Who live inna Manchester area....**lf****lf**(He) give me 17 bunch ''a ''di green, green banana**lf**34 pound ''a ''di Irish potatoe**lf**55 pounds of the sweet, sweet cassava**lf**Lord, him never have no tomato!**lf**''im never have no tomato**lf****lf**Hear me now, man- me say:**lf**First thing me do, me fling the van inna gear**lf**The second thing me do, me reach a Spanish Town Square**lf**By my surprise is a woman appear**lf**She say, ''Papa Briggy! What you really have there?''**lf**Hey!**lf****lf**Whole heap of green, green banana**lf**34 pound of the Irish potato**lf**55 pounds of the sweet, sweet cassava**lf**84 pound of the yam named Renta**lf**Lord, me never have no sensimilia**lf**Me never have no sensimilia!**lf****lf**Jamaica, Jamaica!**lf**Jamaica, Jamaica! Lord!**lf****lf**After, went downtown and check Miss Brown**lf**She say ''Papa Briggy, you''re the king of the town**lf**Your complexion nah black - Jah know that it brown**lf**That''s why you have the food, I said, round town'', Lord!**lf****lf**Whole heap of green, green banana**lf**34 pound of the Irish potato**lf**55 pounds of the sweet, sweet cassava**lf**84 pound of the yam named Renta**lf**Lord, me never have no tomato**lf**Me never have no tomato**lf****lf**Lord, me say me**lf**First thing me do, me fling the van inna gear**lf**The second thing me do, me reach a Spanish Town Square**lf**The third thing mi do I-man tie up my scale**lf**By my surprise, is a woman appear**lf**She say, ''Papa Briggy! What you really have there?''**lf**Hey!**lf****lf**Whole heap of green, green banana**lf**34 pound of the Irish potato**lf**55 pounds of the sweet, sweet cassava**lf**84 pound of the yam named Renta**lf**Lord, me never have no tomato**lf**Me never have no sensimilia**lf****lf**Turn me loose**lf**Turn me loose**lf**Jah know, ribbit-i-tit-i-tit**lf****lf**Take the shackles from off my feet**lf**I want to rock to the beat**lf**Cause it''s so long, ah, since I have Jah by my side**lf**But I really can''t take this fighting, and no war**lf****lf**Jamaica, Jamaica**lf**Jamaica, Jamaica**lf****lf**Imagine:**lf**Hear me now, me lion:**lf**Down in Jamaica, Briggy born and grow**lf**The Ochi Rios falls, I-man love it so**lf**We used to go a school and play tee-tah-toe