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ALBERT MORRIS.
I'm going to see the old North Star,
Will you go, will you go?
They tell me “freedom” reigns up there
Will you go, will you go?
I've long resolved with all my heart,
This very night to make a start,
From chains forever to depart;
Will you go, will you go?
Will you go, will you go?
They tell me “freedom” reigns up there
Will you go, will you go?
I've long resolved with all my heart,
This very night to make a start,
From chains forever to depart;
Will you go, will you go?
I'm going to see Victoria's face;
Will you go, will you go?
At her right hand I'll find a place;
Will you go, will you go?
Her arms of love extend to me,
She says, “my son, I'll set you free,”
“A slave no more, you e'er shall be,”
Come away, come away!
Will you go, will you go?
At her right hand I'll find a place;
Will you go, will you go?
Her arms of love extend to me,
She says, “my son, I'll set you free,”
“A slave no more, you e'er shall be,”
Come away, come away!
I'm going to see Old Johnny Bull;
Will you go, will you go?
And drink a draught at freedom's pool;
Will you go, will you go?
Old Johnny long has been our friend,
And will be until time shall end;
To black men, aid he'll always lend,
Will you go, will you go?
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And drink a draught at freedom's pool;
Will you go, will you go?
Old Johnny long has been our friend,
And will be until time shall end;
To black men, aid he'll always lend,
Will you go, will you go?
I'm going to hear the cannon roar,
Will you go, will you go?
Upon Lake Erie's northern shore,
Will you go, will you go?
I cannot stay—I must be gone;
I hear the rollingsfife and drum,
And Queen Victoria bids me come;
Let me go, let me go?
Will you go, will you go?
Upon Lake Erie's northern shore,
Will you go, will you go?
I cannot stay—I must be gone;
I hear the rollingsfife and drum,
And Queen Victoria bids me come;
Let me go, let me go?
I'm going to see my friends once more,
Will you go, will you go?
Who long ago have gone before;
Will you go, will you go?
O, what a shouting there will be,
When we each other's face shall see,
In that blest “Land of Liberty,”
I must go, I must go.
Will you go, will you go?
Who long ago have gone before;
Will you go, will you go?
O, what a shouting there will be,
When we each other's face shall see,
In that blest “Land of Liberty,”
I must go, I must go.
Old tyrant Master, fare you well;
I must go, I must go.
In chains no longer I can dwell;
I must go, I must go.
I've been your servant many a day,
I've served without one cent of pay;
And now I'm bound to run away;
I must go, I must go.
I must go, I must go.
In chains no longer I can dwell;
I must go, I must go.
I've been your servant many a day,
I've served without one cent of pay;
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I must go, I must go.
I hope the time will not be long,
I must go, I must go.
When I shall join that happy throng,
I must go, I must go.
I've many friends to Chatham gone,
And many more will follow on—
To master, lash and “Negro Gong,”
Fare you well, fare you well.
I must go, I must go.
When I shall join that happy throng,
I must go, I must go.
I've many friends to Chatham gone,
And many more will follow on—
To master, lash and “Negro Gong,”
Fare you well, fare you well.
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