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The Slave's Wail.

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Parody by Jesse Hutchinson.
Old Air — "Over the mountain."

1. Over the mountain and over the moor,
Comes the sad wailing of many a poor slave;
The father — the mother — the children, are poor,
And they sigh for the day they their freedom shall have.

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Pity, oh pity, ye friends of Humanity,
Cold is the world to the cries of God's Poor.
Give us our freedom — ye friends of Equality,
Give us our Rights — for we ask nothing more.

Call us not ignorant, vile and degraded,
White men have robbed us of all we hold dear,
Parents and children — the young and the aged,
Are scourg'd by the lash of the rough Overseer.
Pity, oh pity, ye friends of Humanity,
Cold is the world to the cries of God's Poor.
Give us our freedom — ye friends of Equality,
Give us our Rights, for we ask nothing more.

God in His mercy will crown your endeavor,
The blessings of Heaven shall be your reward,
The promise of Jesus to you shall be given,
Enter, ye faithful, the joy of your Lord.
Pity, oh pity, ye friends of Christianity,
Cold is the world to the cries of God's Poor.
Give us our freedom — ye friends of Humanity,
Give us our Rights, for we ask nothing more.

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