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It is, indeed, O, sad to tell!
For 'tis a measure fresh from hell,
It is that Slavery may expand
O'er all our new and fertile land;
That its black flag may be unfurled,
And wave o'er all the western world;
That tyrants may the helpless spoil,
And thrive on unrequited toil;
May bury hope in deep despair,
And traffic in God's image there:
That they may there exert their sway
And more securely hold their prey,
And pass this scheme of degradation
To the succeeding generation;
That power political they may
Obtain, and thus the country sway,
And so effectually benumb
Great Freedom's heart for years to come.
For 'tis a measure fresh from hell,
It is that Slavery may expand
O'er all our new and fertile land;
That its black flag may be unfurled,
And wave o'er all the western world;
That tyrants may the helpless spoil,
And thrive on unrequited toil;
May bury hope in deep despair,
And traffic in God's image there:
That they may there exert their sway
And more securely hold their prey,
And pass this scheme of degradation
To the succeeding generation;
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Obtain, and thus the country sway,
And so effectually benumb
Great Freedom's heart for years to come.
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