And silently too for granted
There was light when the battle clouds rolled away.
That the slaves would be free,
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TO GOVERN ANOTHER MAN
Nor write them down on paper.
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BETTER TO DIE FREE
Keep Your Hand On The Plow! Hold On!
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There were slaves then, too,
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But had run away to freedom.
In those dark days of slavery,
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Who doubted that the war would end right,