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!