Dutallee! Dutallee!
Dutallee! Dutallee!
And when soldiers came,
Them say them come to make us tame.
And from that day, until now on,
We were jeered and laughed to scorn.
Things used to be ire, (before the soldiers came)
Things used to be nice, so nice now.
Things used to be ire,
Things used to be nice, so nice.
Our country them did enter, yeah,
Troops trodding left right and centre everywhere.
One moment at peace with nature, now, victims of a massacre.
We got our spears, we got our shields,
But their guns were greater,
Prepare for a slaughter.
Give I back I witch doctor!
Give I back I black ruler!
Me no want no dictator!
Me no want no tyrant, on yah!
Dutallee! Dutallee!
Dutallee! Dutallee!
Way down in Africa, Where the backra still rules day after day. The black man is suffering now, far more, Than when he was a slave. Is there a need for war? No. Peace my bredren - here them bawl. Bodies in mutilated condition, Faces scarred beyond recognition. Is this what civilization means to me? Then without it, I prefer to be, so.
Give I back I witch doctor!
Give I back I black ruler!
Me no want no dictator!
Me no want no tyrant, on yah!
Dutallee! Dutallee!
Dutallee! Dutailee!
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