Aliyu, son of Musdafa, you are never an easy prey
Ali, your reign is fortified and shines like a star
Whoever comes to Yola would see your glory and
Celebrate your victory over lesser men.
Ali, Oh lion, celebrate your victory over lesser men
No enemy dares to look you in the eye, Ali
Even your words cannot be challenged by men.
No, no, not in your emirate.
You non-believers, before you is a lion
Go near him and your days are over
You know the triumphant Ali, is always victorious
For he is a great warrior
The Battle of Badr is still fresh in our minds
Ali's valour has been the enemy's nightmare
For his footprints are still on the sands of battle.
Grandson of Abba, brush off the enemy, Great Ali
Oh, grandson of Abba, you are the enemy's nightmare
Ali, son of Musdafa, you are never an easy prey
Dan Kwairo, the singer is shifting to
Yola, the city of Ali
Let's go and taste the milk
Of the white cow
Dan Kwairo assures you, Yola is bliss.
His boys, too, confirm, Yola is bliss.
For that the monarch says we can come every year.
The citizens are singing praises, they say
"We are blessed with Ali the Great"
Your epoch, Ali, is full of glory
But you, the offspring of the monarch
Listen to the patriarch,
Whoever strays from the path is not worthy of the royal family
That recalcitrant one shall be a herdsman.
Modibbo, the learned one, had his reign
It was pure and holy, for he destroyed the non-believers
Lauwal, too, had his reign
It was pure and holy, he destroyed the pagans.
Zubairu had his reign
It was pure and holy, he cast away the devils
Ahmadu had his reign
It was pure and holy, he dealt with the enemy.
Iya had his reign
It was pure and holy, he slew the non-believers
Abba had his reign
It was pure and holy, he too slew the non-believers
Maigari had his reign
It was pure and holy, he drove away the pagans
Musdafa had his reign
It was pure and-holy, he purged the enemy
Ahmadu had his reign
It was pure and holy, he destroyed the pagans
Alhaji Ali, the learned one, you also dealt with the enemy
And you shall continue to be victorious.
Aliyu, son of Musdafa, you are not an easy prey
O lion, king of all, the enemy will not come near you
For you are the triumphant.
When you hear the clarion-call
It is the sound of the Lamido, not the village head
For even among kings, Aliyu is always ahead
The lands of Girei, Fufore and Kilba
Are your gems, Lamido Ali, father of Barkindo
Father of Tijjani, Lamido Ali
Father of Ahmadu, Lamido Ali
Father of Hadiza, Lamido Ali
Father of Mamudu, Lamido Ali
Father of Batulu, Lamido Ali
Stretch your arms and embrace Jalingo
It is the land of Modibbo
Stretch your reach to Gembu
That, too, is the land of Modibbo
Turn to the east, to the Cameroon
For it is the land of Modibbo
The flag of Shehu gave them to you
You are the successor of Modibbo
And the successor of Lauwal
And the successor of Sanda
And the successor of Zubairu
And the successor of Bobbo Ahmadu
And the successor of lya
And the successor of Maigari
And the successor of Musdafa
And the successor of Ahmadu
The ambition of the child is to be like his father
Today, that ambition has been achieved.
The father of Rukayya
He who forfeits his night rest
To pray for the peace of the land.
When you see a congregation of kings and princes
They come from everywhere
When you see him, handsome and fair
Tall and youthful
He is none other than Ali son of Musdafa
That car with the number GGLG 1 Y
Don't ask, it is the Lamido's car
If you do not know, my friend let me explain
The alphabets GG stand for Gongola
The Y stands for Yola
Here I am singing for the Fulani
The Kanuri bow down their heads
For they know it is the song of their ruler
Aliyu, son of Musdafa, you are not an easy prey.
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