A tell dem mark the day, mark it here well
Mark it from Sprigfield, Flagstaff and Hopewell
Mark it like fire in Mafoota bush, mark
Shettlewood burning in slavery's hell.
I hear the children crying in the spark
I did not plan that, just a ringing bell
If only I knew 'bout collateral
Damage then, I just want them ring the bell
Free men ought to plan their own funeral:
So on yonder gallows put me to die
And mark the spot where brave men for freedom
Lie. We with Gentile ropes to crucify
Are not afraid, nor deterred, this freedom
From Negril to Morant Point shall ring
And Africa's host their triumph's song shall sing.
A stony gut mi come from
Long march through the bruising night
Vex in mi soul without rum
Me in dis Morant Bay bright
Deh yah since broad day mek it lights
To seh me is man fe mi rights
A stony gut mi come from
Dry dust and parched pass of bush
Hungry gut and idle thumb
Custos and Governor crush
Big dream of freedom from wi doubt
Nobody nuh hear so-so mouth
A stony gut mi come from
God boned and God hearted mad
Load wi up like Abraham
Nah tun back long faced nor sad
Every man must tek him place
In de fight dest'ny cum face.
A stony gut mi come from
Mi only want de queen know
No more thicket full wid ram
Nuh suffice de wicked blow
De colony a deal wi
De colony a steal wi
Heng mi good and heng mi high
Dis country gwine bruk weh sah
Independent like the sky
Stony gut blood nah guh dry
Till crown and colony gone
Bring Jamaica betta dawn