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EMANCIPATION.
Three cheers! well may we shout with joy,
And hail Emancipation;
Our fetters long have been destroyed:
We are a free, free, nation.
And hail Emancipation;
Our fetters long have been destroyed:
We are a free, free, nation.
No more like cattle on the hills,
That feed upon the clover;
Shall wait our brethern for their doom,
Unable to discover.
That feed upon the clover;
Shall wait our brethern for their doom,
Unable to discover.
No more upon our brother's track,
We'll hear the blood-hounds baying;
The cries of men to bring him back,
With curse and evil sayings.
We'll hear the blood-hounds baying;
The cries of men to bring him back,
With curse and evil sayings.
No more our maidens bought and sold,
The southorn tyrant's booty;
No more the brutal trader's gold,
Shall buy the sable beauty.
The southorn tyrant's booty;
No more the brutal trader's gold,
Shall buy the sable beauty.
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No more our brave and gallant youths,
Shall tremble of the morrow;
Behold, sweet liberty and truth,
Hath broke the chains of sorrow.
Shall tremble of the morrow;
Behold, sweet liberty and truth,
Hath broke the chains of sorrow.
For now we stand on freedom's plain,
With joy and exultation:
Though scarred and maimed,
From bondage chain,
We'll hail Emancipation.
With joy and exultation:
Though scarred and maimed,
From bondage chain,
We'll hail Emancipation.
Three cheers! we'll shout our liberty:
Long may our nation live,
Large, large, may grow her fruitful tree,
And sweetest manna give.
Long may our nation live,
Large, large, may grow her fruitful tree,
And sweetest manna give.
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