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SOME SAY.
Oh, some say that 'tis true that this mobbing should be,
That the laws of our glorious land
Should be stained by the blood of a man never tried,
Who could not for himself lift his hand.
That the laws of our glorious land
Should be stained by the blood of a man never tried,
Who could not for himself lift his hand.
Oh, some say that these mobs should surge down through the street,
With their masks tightly drawn in the night;
That their victims are ignorant fiends at the best,
And cannot for their lives do the right:
With their masks tightly drawn in the night;
That their victims are ignorant fiends at the best,
And cannot for their lives do the right:
Oh, they say that no law could be made strong enough,
That the groans of a man must be heard,
As he's burned to a stake 'neath our dear stars and stripes,
With no tribune to there hear his word.
That the groans of a man must be heard,
As he's burned to a stake 'neath our dear stars and stripes,
With no tribune to there hear his word.
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Oh, we say, punish crime, but bring proof that 'twas done,
Have decisions by manhood and law,
Have they not slaved enough to compensate the right,
With broad backs bruised bleeding and raw?
Have decisions by manhood and law,
Have they not slaved enough to compensate the right,
With broad backs bruised bleeding and raw?
Oh, the day will sure come when they'll think of the past,
As they think of slave days that are done;
Then our dear stars and stripes in a far truer light
Will speak justice for white and black one.
As they think of slave days that are done;
Then our dear stars and stripes in a far truer light
Will speak justice for white and black one.
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