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Slavery Embarkation

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TUNE -- Fisherman's Bark.

YONDER lies old Slavery's bark,
Ready manned for sea;
Times are getting rather dark,
And so I think I'll flee.

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Since the people can't be brought
To their sober second thought,
I will up Salt River go;
Row, row, row, brothers row.

Home and country, ye are dear,
And I fain would stay,
But I cannot tarry here
To perish in the fray.
When their Fremont ends his reign,
maybe I'll come down again;
But I'll up Salt River Go;
Row, row, row, brothers, row.

Wipe your eyes, immortal Cass,
Wash you with cologne;
When the people wish for gas
They'll place you on the throne.
But that day may not come round
Till you're hanged and I am drowned.
So we'll up Salt River go;
Row, row, row, brothers row.

Farewell, Douglas! -- dreadful luck! --
Hear their armor clash,
Keep up courage -- keep up pluck,
With a brandy smash.
When each freeman grows a fool
You may get a chance to rule.
But we'll up Salt River go;
Row, row, row, brothers, row.

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Yonder lies old Slavery's bark,
Ready manned for sea,
Now the bell is ringing, hark!
O! 't is a call for me.
Brothers, brothers, all aboard,
Come Buchanan, give the word,
And we'll up Salt River go;
Row, row, row, brothers, row.

See, Frank Pierce -- he's hanging back,
'Neath that marble dome;
Better far begin to pack
His bundles up for home.
When the din of battle's through,
He'll be glad to come up too.
So we'll up Salt River go;
Row, row, row, brothers, row.

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