Song of the Coffle Gang

Originale

Trascrizione di Azizi Powell del testo cantato da Mike Seeger...

SONG OF THE COFFLE GANG See these poor souls from Africa, Transported to America: We are stolen, and sold to Georgia, will you go along with me? We are stolen and sold to Georgia, go sound the jubilee. See wives and husbands sold apart, The children's screams! - it breaks my heart; There's a better day coming, will you go along with me? There's a better day coming, go sound the jubilee. O, gracious Lord! when shall it be, That we poor souls shall all be free? Lord, break them Slavery poker - will you go along with me? Lord, break them Slavery powers, go sound the jubilee. Dear Lord! dear Lord! when Slavery'll cease, Then we poor souls can have our peace; There's a better day coming, will you go along with me? There's a better day coming, go sound the jubilee.

SONG OF THE COFFLE GANG We are stolen souls from Africa transported to America Like hogs and sheep, to march a-drove To bear the heat, endure the cold See how they take us from our wives Small children from their mothers’ sides They take us to some foreign land Make slaves to wait on gentleman   We’re almost naked as you see Almost barefooted as here we be Suffer the lash, endure the pain Exposed to snow, both wind and rain   O Lord have mercy and look down Upon the race of African Upon our knees pour out our grieves And pray to God for some relief