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COME TO OLD LIBERIA.
O! don't you hear the white man singing?
Hear ye what they say?
Like a thousand mighty trumpets ringing,
All through America.
Ho! all of you despised, black “niggers,”
Turn your eyes this way—
No longer wear your galling fetters—
Come away to Africa.
Hear ye what they say?
Like a thousand mighty trumpets ringing,
All through America.
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Turn your eyes this way—
No longer wear your galling fetters—
Come away to Africa.
Cold wind and snow will not upbraid you,
On that pleasant shore;
Nor never will the white man there degrade you—
Freedom you'll enjoy evermore.
Why will you tarry here any longer?
Why not haste away?
Know ye not your chains are growing stronger
Stronger every hour you stay.
On that pleasant shore;
Nor never will the white man there degrade you—
Freedom you'll enjoy evermore.
Why will you tarry here any longer?
Why not haste away?
Know ye not your chains are growing stronger
Stronger every hour you stay.
O! how our hearts for you are swelling
With our enterprise,
How we feel for you there is no telling,
O, darkey now be wise.
This is a land of milk and honey,
Now to you we show,
And we will give you clothes and money,
Go, Darkey; we say go!
With our enterprise,
How we feel for you there is no telling,
O, darkey now be wise.
This is a land of milk and honey,
Now to you we show,
And we will give you clothes and money,
Go, Darkey; we say go!
There you can raise the big sweet potatoes
And great fields of rice,
There you can see the big Alligators,
And every other thing that's nice.
There you'll always be befriended,
Rest from all your toils,
Then when your days on earth are ended,
Die upon your native soil.
And great fields of rice,
There you can see the big Alligators,
And every other thing that's nice.
There you'll always be befriended,
Rest from all your toils,
Then when your days on earth are ended,
Die upon your native soil.
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There you can cut a fine great figure,
Swell like big, black toads,
No one will dare to call you “nigger,”
Neither need you work on the roads;
There you can wear the highstanding collars
And the long-tailed blue,
All your pockets will be chuck full o' dollars,
O! Darkey, who then cut you?
Swell like big, black toads,
No one will dare to call you “nigger,”
Neither need you work on the roads;
There you can wear the highstanding collars
And the long-tailed blue,
All your pockets will be chuck full o' dollars,
O! Darkey, who then cut you?
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