Whatever we tell ogbo, ogbo must hear
Whatever we tell ogba, ogba must accept
O east wind, come quickly, rise with the sun,
Carry these words on swift wings to Omo Ade
Wherever his head may lay;
Let duty come before adventure
And let the west wind bring him home
Omo Ade ooo!
Seven days after your departure,
While our faces were still wet with tears
We received some guests
Strange men who told us they were friends of yours
They brought us gifts, beautifully wrapped in the finest damask
A place to rest their travelling feet
Water for their faces and food for their journey
That was all they asked
So we invited them into your house,
Gave them drink from your gourd,
Prepared a feast and invited them to eat.
But the strangers have betrayed us, Omo Ade
They have tied our hands to our backs
While they feast on our food
They cart away your valuables
And your children stand helplessly by
Weeping for honour of their father’s house
These men are no friends of yours;
The stench of their wrapped faeces now fills the village
Omo Ade, do you hear?
The shrine of your ancestors lays crumbling
Your brothers have joined with strangers to plunder your house
The ones you trust have sold your wares for next to nothing
Come back home, Omo Ade;
Come and defend the house your father built.