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The Emancipation Car

being an Original Composition of Anti-Slavery Ballads
Simpson, Joshua McCarter (1820?-1876)

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NOTE TO THE PUBLIC.
 
THE EMANCIPATION CAR.
 
THE LITTLE MAID ON HER WAY.
 
FREEDOM'S CAUSE.
 
TO THE WHITE PEOPLE OF AMERICA.
 
DEDICATED TO ------, AN AGED PIONEER WHO NOW RESIDES NEAR CHATHAM, C. W.
 
SONG OF THE “ALIENED AMERICAN.”
 
ANNIVERSARY.
 
[Just before the day was breaking]
 
ALL THINGS SPEAK.
 
THE SLAVE GIRL.
 
ALBERT MORRIS.
 
THE VOICE OF SIX HUNDRED THOUSAND, NOMINALLY FREE.
 
SOBER REFLECTIONS.
 
THE DYING SLAVE.
 
THE TWILIGHT HOUR.
 
A JOURNEY THROUGH THE WILDERNESS.
 
THE BONDMAN'S HOME.
 
THE VOICE ON THE BREEZE.
 
FOURTH OF JULY IN ALABAMA.
 
THE BONDMAN'S CRY.
 
THE BAND OF THIEVES.
 
FREEDOM'S CALL.
 
THE FUGITIVE IN MONTREAL.
 
THE FINAL ADIEU.
 
A JUST COMMAND.
 
THE FIRST OF AUGUST IN JAMAICA.
 
THE FUGITIVE'S DREAM.
 
THE SLAVEHOLDER'S REST.
 
QUEEN VICTORIA CONVERSING WITH HER SLAVE CHILDREN.
 
AWAY TO CANADA.
 
THE DYING SLAVE-HOLDER.
 
OLD LIBERIA IS NOT THE PLACE FOR ME
 
THE FUGITIVE AT HOME.
 
THE CHILD'S INQUIRY.
 
THE SON'S REFLECTIONS.
 
A PARODY.
 
AN EVERY DAY SCENE.
 
“THEY ARE STILL TRAVELING NORTH.”
 
THE TRUE SPIRIT.
 
A SABBATH MORNING EXERCISE
 
COME TO OLD LIBERIA.
 
THE CAR OF EDUCATION, IN HONOR TO THE PRESENT SCHOOL LAWS.
 
THE CHILD'S INVITATION.
 
TEMPERANCE SONG
 
[We come from the mountains fair]
 
CONSISTENT FAMILY WORSHIP OF SLAVE-HOLDERS.
 
CONSISTENT FAMILY WORSHIP OF SLAVE-HOLDERS.
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THE COLONIZATION SOCIETY.
 
HOW I GOT MY EDUCATION
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APPENDIX.

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THE BONDMAN'S CRY.

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Air—“Herdmans Flute.”

When the first faint morning's ray
O'er the hill is breaking,
Loudly thrills the bondman's cry;
Mournful echoes waking.
O! Lord; O! Lord; O! Lord!
O! Lord; O! Lord; O! Lord!
Lo! they scamper at the call;
For the slaves are bounding;
Now for mercy hear them call
While the lash is sounding.
O! Lord; O! Lord; O! Lord!
O! Lord; O! Lord; O! Lord!
Now behold the crimson flow
From the gory fountain,
While the slaves with axe and hoe
Climb the rugged mountain.
O! Lord; O! Lord; O! Lord!
O! Lord; O! Lord; O! Lord!
When the silvery evening star
Sees them homeward stealing,
Listening peasants from afar.
Hear their cries still pealing.
O! Lord; O! Lord; O! Lord!
O! Lord; O! Lord; O! Lord!
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