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E bondmen far and near, Let's put a song in massa's ear, It is a song
for our poor race, Who're whipped and trampled with disgrace. Chorus. My
old massa tells me O This is a land of freedom O; Let's look about and
see if't is so, Just as massa tells me O. He tells us of that glorious
one, I think his name was Washington, How he did fight for liberty, To
save a threepence tax on tea. Chorus. My old massa, &c. And then he
tells us that there was A Constitution, with this clause, That all men
equal were created, How often have we heard it stated. Chorus. My old
massa, &c. But now we look about and see, That we poor blacks are not so
free; We 're whipped and thrashed about like fools, And have no chance
at common schools. Chorus. Still, my old massa, &c. They take our wives,
insult and mock, And sell our children on the block, Then choke us if we
say a word, And say that "niggers" shan't be heard. Chorus. Still, my
old massa, &c. Our preachers, too, with whip and cord, Command obedience
in the Lord; They say they learn it from the book, But for ourselves we
dare not look. Chorus. Still, my old massa tells me O, This is a
_Christian_ country O, &c. There is a country far away, Friend Hopper
says 't is Canada, And if we reach Victoria's shore, He says that we are
slaves no more. Chorus. Now hasten all bondmen, let us go And leave this
Christian country O; Haste to the land of the British Queen, Where whips
for negroes are not seen. Now if we go, we must take the night-- We're
sure to die if we come in sight-- The blood-hounds will be on our track,
And wo to us if they fetch us back. Chorus. Now haste all bondmen, let
us go, And leave this _Christian_ country O; God help us to Victoria's
shore, Where we are free and slaves no more. FREEDOM'S BANNER.
AIR--Freedom's Ba