Part 6 (1/2)

THE SLAVE-HOLDER'S ADDRESS TO THE NORTH STAR.

Star of the North! Thou art not bigger Than is the diamond in my ring; Yet, every black, star-gazing n.i.g.g.e.r Looks at thee, as at some great thing!

Yes, gazes at thee, till the lazy And thankless rascal is half crazy.

Some Abolitionist has told them, That, if they take their flight toward thee, They'll get where ”ma.s.sa” cannot hold them, And therefore to the North they flee.

Fools to be led off, where they can't earn Their living, by thy lying lantern.

We will to New England write, And tell them not to let thee s.h.i.+ne (Excepting of a cloudy night) Anywhere south of Dixon's line; If beyond that thou s.h.i.+ne an inch, We'll have thee up before Judge Lynch.

And when, thou Abolition star, Who preachest Freedom in all weathers, Thou hast got on thy coat of tar, And over that, a cloak of feathers, Thou art ”fixed” none will deny, If there's a fixed star in the sky.

SONG OF THE COFFLE GANG.

This song is said to be sung by Slaves, as they are chained in gangs, when parting from friends for the far off South--children taken from parents, husbands from wives, and brothers from sisters.

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 a coming, will you go along with me?

There's a better day a coming, go sound the jubilee.

O, gracious Lord? when shall it be, That we poor souls shall all be free?

Lord, break them Slavery powers--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 a coming, will you go along with me?

There's a better day a coming, go sound the jubilee.

ZAZA--THE FEMALE SLAVE.

O, my country, my country!

How long I for thee, Far over the mountain, Far over the sea.

Where the sweet Joliba, Kisses the sh.o.r.e, Say, shall I wander By thee never more?

Where the sweet Joliba kisses the sh.o.r.e, Say, shall I wander by thee never more.

Say, O fond Zurima, Where dost thou stay?

Say, doth another List to thy sweet lay?

Say, doth the orange still Bloom near our cot?

Zurima, Zurima, Am I forgot?