Lyrics:

Jamaica, Jamaica!Jamaica, Jamaica!Hear me now, me lion:Down in Jamaica, Briggy born and growThe Ochi Rios falls, I-man love it soI used to go a school and play tee-tah-toeAnd down in Jamaica them play dominoI tell you: St. Catherine down to Hanover, manTrelawny down to WestmorelandI tell you: St. James right round to Clarendon, Lord!Even St Mary right round to PortlandI-man borrow my brother vanWas making a tracks going over these hills, manTo check my grandfather, who is a farmer, Lord!Who live inna Manchester area....(He) give me 17 bunch ''a ''di green, green banana34 pound ''a ''di Irish potatoe55 pounds of the sweet, sweet cassavaLord, him never have no tomato!''im never have no tomatoHear me now, man- me say:First thing me do, me fling the van inna gearThe second thing me do, me reach a Spanish Town SquareBy my surprise is a woman appearShe say, ''Papa Briggy! What you really have there?''Hey!Whole heap of green, green banana34 pound of the Irish potato55 pounds of the sweet, sweet cassava84 pound of the yam named RentaLord, me never have no sensimiliaMe never have no sensimilia!Jamaica, Jamaica!Jamaica, Jamaica! Lord!After, went downtown and check Miss BrownShe say ''Papa Briggy, you''re the king of the townYour complexion nah black - Jah know that it brownThat''s why you have the food, I said, round town'', Lord!Whole heap of green, green banana34 pound of the Irish potato55 pounds of the sweet, sweet cassava84 pound of the yam named RentaLord, me never have no tomatoMe never have no tomatoLord, me say meFirst thing me do, me fling the van inna gearThe second thing me do, me reach a Spanish Town SquareThe third thing mi do I-man tie up my scaleBy my surprise, is a woman appearShe say, ''Papa Briggy! What you really have there?''Hey!Whole heap of green, green banana34 pound of the Irish potato55 pounds of the sweet, sweet cassava84 pound of the yam named RentaLord, me never have no tomatoMe never have no sensimiliaTurn me looseTurn me looseJah know, ribbit-i-tit-i-titTake the shackles from off my feetI want to rock to the beatCause it''s so long, ah, since I have Jah by my sideBut I really can''t take this fighting, and no warJamaica, JamaicaJamaica, JamaicaImagine:Hear me now, me lion:Down in Jamaica, Briggy born and growThe Ochi Rios falls, I-man love it soWe used to go a school and play tee-tah-toe