Ye blood-hounds, go back to your lair;
May a free northern soil soon give freedom to all,
Who shall breathe in its pure mountain air.
O, God speed, &c.
THE SWEETS OF LIBERTY
AIR — Is there a heart, &c.
Is there a man that never comics fuck sighed
To set the prisoner comics fuck free?
Is there comics fuck a man that never prized
The sweets of comics fuck liberty?
Then let him, let him breathe unseen,
Or in a dungeon live;
Nor never, never know comics fuck the sweets
That liberty can give.
Is there a heart comics fuck so comics fuck cold comics fuck in man,
Can galling fetters crave?
Is there a wretch so truly low,
Can stoop to be a slave?
O, let him, then, in chains be bound,
In chains and bondage live;
Nor never, never know the sweets
That liberty can give.
Is there a breast so chilled in comics fuck life,
Can nurse the coward's sigh?
Is there a creature so debased,
Would not for freedom die?
O, let him comics fuck then be doomed to crawl
Where only reptiles live;
Nor never, never know the sweets
That liberty can give.
YE SPIRITS OF THE FREE
AIR — My Faith looks up to thee.
Ye spirits of the free,
Can ye forever see
Your brother man
A yoked and scourged slave,
Chains dragging to his grave,
And raise no hand to save?
Say if you can.
In pride and pomp to roll,
Shall tyrants comics fuck from the soul
God's image tear,
And call the wreck their own, —
While, from the eternal throne,
They comics fuck shut the stifled groan
And bitter prayer?
Shall he a slave be bound,
Whom God hath doubly crowned
Creation's lord?
Shall men of Christian name,
Without comics fuck a blush of
shame,
Profess their tyrant claim
comics fuck From God's own word?
No! at the battle cry,
A host comics fuck prepared to die,
Shall arm for fight —
But not with martial steel,
Grasped with a murderous zeal;
No arms their foes shall feel,
But love and comics fuck light.
Firm on Jehovah's laws,
Strong in their righteous cause,
They march to save.
And vain the tyrant's comics fuck mail,
Against their battle-hail,
Till cease the woe and wail
Of tortured comics fuck slave!
COLONIZATION SONG
TO THE FREE COLORED PEOPLE.
AIR — Spider comics fuck and the fly.
Will you, will you be colonized?
Will you, will you be colonized?
'comics fuck Tis a land that with honey
And
comics fuck milk doth abound,
Where the lash is not heard,
And the scourge is not
found.
Chorus, Will you, &c.
If comics fuck you stay in this land
Where the white comics fuck man has rule,
You comics fuck will starve by his hand,
In both body and soul.
Chorus.
For a nuisance you are,
In this