 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
THE SLAVE TRADE.
When Venus first rose from the wave,
Where of sea-foam they gracefully made her,
Three cheers for the goddess they gave,
As they launch'd, in her shell, the fair trader;
But she—an insurgent by birth,
Unfetter'd by legal or grave trade,
Defying our laws on the earth,
So boldly embark'd in the Slave Trade.
Where of sea-foam they gracefully made her,
Three cheers for the goddess they gave,
As they launch'd, in her shell, the fair trader;
But she—an insurgent by birth,
Unfetter'd by legal or grave trade,
Defying our laws on the earth,
So boldly embark'd in the Slave Trade.
O'er the world, from that hour of her birth,
She carried her Slave Trade victorious,
And then, to her daughters of earth
Entrusted the privilege glorious;
“Unfetter'd,” she cried, “never leave
One slave to object to your brave trade,
While you stand to your colours, believe
You may always insist on your Slave Trade!”
She carried her Slave Trade victorious,
And then, to her daughters of earth
Entrusted the privilege glorious;
“Unfetter'd,” she cried, “never leave
One slave to object to your brave trade,
While you stand to your colours, believe
You may always insist on your Slave Trade!”
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“Oh! 'tis glorious a heart to subdue,
By the conquering light of your glances:
By the smiles that endanger a few,
And the sigh that whole dozens entrances:
Unbind not a link of the chain,
Stand by me each merry and grave maid;
Let senators thunder in vain—
The ladies will still have their Slave Trade!”
By the conquering light of your glances:
By the smiles that endanger a few,
And the sigh that whole dozens entrances:
Unbind not a link of the chain,
Stand by me each merry and grave maid;
Let senators thunder in vain—
The ladies will still have their Slave Trade!”
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |