The Emancipation Car being an Original Composition of Anti-Slavery Ballads |
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“THEY ARE STILL TRAVELING NORTH.”
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This remark was made by an Anti-Slavery friend in Putnam, the other day, after reading the intelligence of forty slaves escaping at one communication “Yes,” responded another, “the Fugitive Slave Law seems to help them along.” “Yes,” says I, “they are all jogging,” at which it seemed as though the muse caught the echo from them as it came re-vibrating over the hills. Air—We are all Noddin'.
We are like a band of pilgrims,
In a strange and foreign land;
With our knapsacks on our shoulders,
And our “cudgels” in our hands,
We have many miles before us,
But it lessons not our joys,
We will sing a merry chorus,
For we are the “tramping boys.”
In a strange and foreign land;
With our knapsacks on our shoulders,
And our “cudgels” in our hands,
We have many miles before us,
But it lessons not our joys,
We will sing a merry chorus,
For we are the “tramping boys.”
And we're all jogging,
Jog, jog, jogging,
And we're all jogging—
We are going to the North.
Jog, jog, jogging,
And we're all jogging—
We are going to the North.
We have left our friends behind us,
Where the bloody tyrant reigns,
And our chains no more shall bind us,
On the burning southern plains
We defy the master's power,
We have robbed him of his might,
We were freemen from that hour,
That we took our Northern flight.
Where the bloody tyrant reigns,
And our chains no more shall bind us,
On the burning southern plains
We defy the master's power,
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We were freemen from that hour,
That we took our Northern flight.
And we're all jogging, &c.
When we lived in old Kentucky,
We were slaves and nothing more,
But we felt ourselves quite lucky,
When we reached Ohio's shore,
We all stuck our heads together,
And resolved to fight like men,
And to brook all kinds of weather,
And to ne'er return again.
We were slaves and nothing more,
But we felt ourselves quite lucky,
When we reached Ohio's shore,
We all stuck our heads together,
And resolved to fight like men,
And to brook all kinds of weather,
And to ne'er return again.
And we're all jogging, &c.
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