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(Henry Clay Work)

Uncle Joe come home a singing,
Hail Columby!
Glorious times de Lord is bringing,
Now let me die.
Fling de chains into de ribber,
Lay de burden down;
Dar is one who will delibber,
Now let me die.

cho: Ring de bells in eb'ry steeple!
Raise de Flag on high!
De Lord has come to sabe His people,
Now let me die.

Bressed days, I lib to see them,
Hail Columby!
I hab drawn a breff of freedom,
Now let me die.
Ninety years I bore de burden,
Den He heard my cry
Standin' on de banks ob Jordan
Now let me die.

Dis is what de war was brought for
Hail, Columby!
Dis is what our faders fought for
Now let me die,
Dar's an end to all dis sorrow
Comin' by and by,
Prayin for dat bressed tomorrow
Now let me die.

I hab seen de rebels beaten
Hail Columby!
I hab sen de hosts retreatin'
Now let me die.
O! dis Union can't be broken
Dar's no use to try,
No sech ting de Lord has spoken
Now let me die.

I'll go home a-singing "Glory!"
Hail Columby!
Since I heard dis bressed story
Now let me die.
'Tis de ransom ob de nation
Drawin' now so nigh
'Tis de day ob full salbation
Now let me die.

From Songs of Henry Clay Work, Work
note: Dialect is politically incorrect, but sentiment is pure
Abolitionist. RG
@American @war @Civil @slave @abolitionist
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