Come all ye bondmen far and near,
Let's put a song in massa's ear,
It is a song for our poor race,
Who're whipped and trampled with disgrace
My old massa tells me O
This is a land of freedom O;
Let's look about and see if 't is so,
Just as massa tells me O.
He tells me of that glorious one,
I think his name was Washington,
How he did fight for liberty,
To save a threepence tax on tea.
My old massa tells me O
This is a land of freedom O;
Let's look about and see if 't is so,
Just as massa tells me O.
And then he tells me that there was
A Constitution, with this clause,
That all men equal were created,
How often we have heard it stated.
My old massa tells me O
This is a land of freedom O;
Let's look about and see if 't is so,
Just as massa tells me O.
But now we look about and see,
That we poor blacks are not so free;
We're whipped and thrashed about like fools,
And have no chance at common schools.
My old massa tells me O
This is a land of freedom O;
Let's look about and see if 't is so,
Just as massa tells me O.
They take our wives, insult and mock,
And sell our children on the block,
Then choke us if we say a word,
And say that "niggers" shan't be heard.
My old massa tells me O
This is a land of freedom O;
Let's look about and see if 't is so,
Just as massa tells me O.
Let's put a song in massa's ear,
It is a song for our poor race,
Who're whipped and trampled with disgrace
My old massa tells me O
This is a land of freedom O;
Let's look about and see if 't is so,
Just as massa tells me O.
He tells me of that glorious one,
I think his name was Washington,
How he did fight for liberty,
To save a threepence tax on tea.
My old massa tells me O
This is a land of freedom O;
Let's look about and see if 't is so,
Just as massa tells me O.
And then he tells me that there was
A Constitution, with this clause,
That all men equal were created,
How often we have heard it stated.
My old massa tells me O
This is a land of freedom O;
Let's look about and see if 't is so,
Just as massa tells me O.
But now we look about and see,
That we poor blacks are not so free;
We're whipped and thrashed about like fools,
And have no chance at common schools.
My old massa tells me O
This is a land of freedom O;
Let's look about and see if 't is so,
Just as massa tells me O.
They take our wives, insult and mock,
And sell our children on the block,
Then choke us if we say a word,
And say that "niggers" shan't be heard.
My old massa tells me O
This is a land of freedom O;
Let's look about and see if 't is so,
Just as massa tells me O.
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