War is over, peace is signed,
Will the colored man be in the place he used to find?
Well, he really should not for in the war he was true
And he’s waiting now to see what Democracy will do.
Stand up! America, you’re the land of the noble and free,
But you’re letting other countries mention things you ought to see.
Oh! but we will live in hopes without a thought of feeling blue,
But remember our little children knows what Democracy ought to do.
Now to be frank, with you America and other countries know
Just how you treat the colored man, with that awful old jimcrow.
We can be intelligent, dressed sufficient, when we walk in,
As a rule we are grossly insulted on the account of the color of skin.

I had a dream, America, just a dream of you.
But I hope it was a nightmare only passing through.
I saw you in another war, cannons roared, before declared,
But if I were you I’d stay at home and clean my own golden stairs.
Oh, but we will praise the Lord, from whom all blessings flow and sing
And watch that word Democracy, for we know what it ought to bring.