Song said to be sung by Slavers, picked up in Philadelphia and published by C.G. Leland, 1879. Here from reprint in 'Roxburghe Ballads', VIII, p. 448. [I once had, but lost, the title of Leland's book]

Time for us to Go.

With sails let fall and sheeted home,
and clear of the ground were we,
We pass'd the bank, stood round the Light,
and sail'd away to sea;
The wind was fair, the coast was clear,
the brig was noways slow,
For she was built in Baltimore, and 'twas time for us to go.
[Chorus] Time for us to go; time for us to go,
For she was built in Baltimore, and 'twas time for us to go.

A quick run to the West we had,
and when we made the Bight [of Benin]
We kept the offing all day long,
and crossed the Bar at night:
Six hundred niggers in the hold
and seventy we did stow;
And when we'd clapp'd the hatches on,
'twas time for us to go!

We hadn't been three days at sea
before we saw a sail,
So we clapp'd on every stitch she'd stand,
altho' it blew a gale;
And we walk'd along full fourteen knots,
for the Barkie she did know,
As well as ever a soul on board,
'twas time for us to go!

We carry'd away the royal yards,
and the stun's'l boom was gone;
Says the Skipper: "They may go or stand;
I'm darn'd if I don't crook on.
So the weather braces we'll round in,
and the tr-s'l set also,
And we'll keep the brig three p'ints away:
for 'tis time for us to go!

Oh, yard-arm under did she plunge,
in the trough of the deep seas,
And her masts they thrashed about like whips,
as she bow'd before the breeze;
And every yard did buckle up,
like to a bending bow,
But her spars were tough as whalebone,
and 'twas time for us to go!

We dropp'd the Cruiser in the night,
and our cargo landed we,
And ashore we went, with our pockets full of dollars,
on the spree:
And when the liquor it is out,
and the locker it is low,
Then, to sea again, in the Ebony Trade,
'twill be time for us to go!
Time for us to go; time for us to go!
Then to sea again, in the Ebony Trade,
'twill be time for us to go!