DERE is no land dat can compare
\nWid you where’er I roam;
\nIn all de wul’ none like you fair,
\nMy native land, my home.<\/p>\n
Jamaica is de nigger’s place,
\nNo mind whe’ some declare;
\nAlthough dem call we “no-land race,”
\nI know we home is here.<\/p>\n
You give me life an’ nourishment,
\nNo udder land I know;
\nMy lub I neber can repent,
\nFor all to you l owe.<\/p>\n
E’en ef you mek me beggar die,
\nI’ll trust you all de same,
\nAn’ none de less on you rely,
\nNor saddle you wid blame.<\/p>\n
Though you may cas’[1]<\/sup><\/a> me from your breas’ An’ I hope none o’ your sons would You draw de t’ousan’ from deir shore, Your fertile soil grow all o ‘t’ings[3]<\/sup><\/a> You hab all t’ings fe mek life bles’, Still all dem little chupidness[7]<\/sup><\/a>
\nAn’ trample me to deat’,
\nMy heart will trus’ you none de less,
\nMy land I won’t feget.<\/p>\n
\nRefuse deir strengt’ to lend,
\nAn’ drain de last drop o’ deir blood
\nTheir country to defend.<\/p>\n
\nAn’ all ‘long keep dem please’;[2]<\/sup><\/a>
\nDe invalid come here fe cure,
\nYou heal all deir disease.<\/p>\n
\nTo full de naygur’s wants,
\n‘Tis seamed wid neber-failing springs[4]<\/sup><\/a>
\nTo give dew to de plants.[5]<\/sup><\/a><\/p>\n
\nBut buccra ‘pail de whole
\nWid gove’mint[6]<\/sup><\/a> an’ all de res’,
\nFe worry naygur soul.<\/p>\n
\nCaan’ tek away me lub;
\nDe time when I’ll tu’n ‘gains’ you is
\nWhen you can’t give me grub.<\/p>\n