| I’m a slave from a land so far
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| I was caught
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| And I was brought here from Africa
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| I’m a slave from a land so far
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| I was caught
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| And I was brought here from Africa
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| Well it was licks like fire
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| From de white slavemaster
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| Everyday I down on knees
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| Weeks and weeks before we cross de seas
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| To reach in de West Indies
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| And den they make me work
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| Oh yes ah work
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| Good lord no pay
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| Ah toil, ah toil
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| Ah toil, ah toil
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| So hard each day
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| I’m dying…
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| Yeah I’m crying…
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| Oh…
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| Oh Lord I wanna be free!
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| Many times ah wanted to run
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| But de English slavemaster
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| Standing dey wit de gun
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| Oh I know he going to shoot to kill
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| So ah stay, ah stay and ah pray
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| But ah planning still
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| I study night and day how to break away
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| Ah got to make a brilliant escape
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| But everytime ah tink 'bout de whip an' dem dogs
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| Meh body does start to shake
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| Because dey made me work
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| Oh yes ah work
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| Oh good lord no pay
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| And den ah toil, ah toil,
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| Ah toil, ah toil
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| So hard each day
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| I’m dying…
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| I’m crying…
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| Oh…
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| Oh Lord I wanna be free!
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| In my heart, there was much to say
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| Ah always hope de boss
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| Woulda listen to me some day
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| Although he knew
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| My request was small
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| It was de sting ah the whip there
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| To answer me when ah call
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| We had to chant and sing to express our feelings
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| To dat wicked and cruel man
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| That was the only medicine to make him listen
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| And is so calypso began
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| Oh when dey make you work
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| Oh Lord you work
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| Good lord no pay
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| And den you toil and toil
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| And toil and toil
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| So hard each day
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| I’m dying…
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| Yeah, oh Lord I’m crying…
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| Oh…
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| Oh Lord I wanna be free!
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| Times have changed in so many ways
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| Till one day somebody said
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| «Free de bloody slaves»
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| I was then put out on the street
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| Ah got no food, got no clothes
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| And no place to sleep
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| I had no education
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| And no particular ambition
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| This I cannot conceal
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| Forgot my native culture
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| Ah lived like a vulture
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| From de white boss ah had to steal
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| He made me work
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| Oh yes ah work
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| Oh Lord no pay
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| Yeah yeah yeah ah toil and toil
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| And toil and toil
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| So hard each day
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| I’m dying…
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| Oh I’m crying, oh dying…
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| Oh…
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| Oh Lord, Lord I wanna be free! |