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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

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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

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