  Of all the stories can be told, Of wars and men of bravery; There is none as true and interesting, As the story told of slavery. In sixteen-hundred and nineteen, When Negroes were first sold; As slaves upon the American soil, Their hardships are untold. Contrary to his thoughtless will, Bound hand to hand; Brought across an unknown sea, In an unknown fate, to an unknown land. It will never be read in history, It will never be heard in voice; Of the horrible deeds of slavery, But for freedom we rejoice. John Brown was the first to undertake, To set the poor slaves free; Douglass, Garrison and Harriet Beecher Stowe, Went before Congress to plead. Next comes Lincoln, the Emancipator, His name let us praise; For writing the emancipation, In the bloom of slavery days. Their names are honored in history, Their names are sung in song; Their names shall ever be honored, For honor to them belong. Oh what weeping, oh what shouting, Oh what shaking hands; When a voice cried out it’s finished, Ye are free men in this land. The 13th, 14th and 15th Amendments, Are ones we all should note; Declared us free, made us citizens, And gave us the right to vote. Let’s look back to slavery days, Before freedom’s victory was won; Then from ’65 to the present time, You can see what we have done. We can be a greater race, By taking life’s staff and rod; Helping self and our fellowman, Putting our trust in God. O let us not be selfish, O let us not deceive; But “be thoughtful and earnest,” And give as we receive. |
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