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The Negro's “America.”
My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Would I could sing;
Its land of Pilgrim's pride
Also where lynched men died
With such upon her tide,
Freedom can't reign.
Sweet land of liberty,
Would I could sing;
Its land of Pilgrim's pride
Also where lynched men died
With such upon her tide,
Freedom can't reign.
My native country, thee
The world pronounce you free
Thy name I love;
But when the lynchers rise
To slaughter human lives
Thou closest up thine eyes,
Thy God's above.
The world pronounce you free
Thy name I love;
But when the lynchers rise
To slaughter human lives
Thou closest up thine eyes,
Thy God's above.
Let Negroes smell the breeze,
So they can sing with ease
Sweet freedom's song;
Let justice reign supreme,
Let men be what they seem
Break up that lyncher's screen,
Lay down all wrong.
So they can sing with ease
Sweet freedom's song;
Let justice reign supreme,
Let men be what they seem
Break up that lyncher's screen,
Lay down all wrong.
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Our fathers' God, to Thee,
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing;
How can our land be bright?
Can lynching be a light?
Protect us by thy might,
Great God our King!
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing;
How can our land be bright?
Can lynching be a light?
Protect us by thy might,
Great God our King!
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