Nanny siddung pon a rack

a plan a new attack

puffin pon a red clay pipe

 

an de campfire

staat to sing

 

wile hog a spit grease

pon machete crease

sharp as fire release

an er yeye roam crass

ebery mountain ppass

an er yeas well tune to de win'

 

an de cricket an de treefrog

crackle telegram

an she wet er battam lip fi decode

 

an de people gadda roun

tune een to er soun

wid a richness dat aboun

she wear dem crown

pon er natty platty atless head

 

an ebery smoke fram er pipe

is a signal fi de fight

an de people dem a sing

mek de cockpit ring

an de chant jus a rise, jus a rise

to de skies

wid de fervour of freedom

dat bus up chain

dat stap de ceaseless itching

of de sugar cane

 

We sey wi nah tun back

we a bus a new track

dutty tough

but is enuff

fi a bite

fi wi fight

an ebery shake of a leaf

mek dem quiver

mek dem shiver

fa dem lose dem night sight

an de daylight too bright

an we movin like de creatures of de wile

we movin in a single file

fa dis a fi we fightin style

 

an de message reach crass

ebery mountain pass

 

we sey wi nah tun back

we a bus a new track

dutty tuff

but is enuff

fi a bite

fi wi fight

 

life well haad

mongs de wattle an de daub

eben de dankey

a hiccup

in im stirrup

for de carrot laas it class

so nuh mek no one come faas

eena wi business

 

dis a fi we lan

a yah we mek wi stan

mongs de tuff dutty gritty

dis yah eart nah show no pity

less yuh

falla fashion

home een like pigeon

an wear dem number like de beas

but wen yuh see er savage pride

yuh haffi realise

dat

 

wi nah tun back

wi a bus a new track

dutty tuff

but is enuff

fi a bite

fi wi fight

dutty tuff

but is enuff

is enuff

 

so mek wi soun de abeng

fi Nanny