Dutiallee!   Dutiallee!   Dutiallee!   Dutiallee!      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      Dutiallee!   Dutiallee!   Dutiallee!   Dutiallee!      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      Dutiallee!   Dutiallee!   Dutiallee!   Dutialee!