We raise the song in Freedom’s name,
  Hurra, Hurra, Hurra,
Her glorious triumph we proclaim,
  Hurra, Hurra, Hurra,
Beneath her feet lie Slavery’s chains,
Their power to curse no more remains,
  Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra,
  Hurra, Hurra, Hurra.

With joy we’ll make the air resound,
  Hurra, Hurra, Hurra,
That all may hear the gladsome sound,
  Hurra, Hurra, Hurra,
We glory at Oppression’s fall,
The Slave has burst his deadly thrall,
  Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra,
  Hurra, Hurra, Hurra.

In mirthful glee we’ll dance and sing,
  Hurra, Hurra, Hurra,
With shouts we’ll make the welkin ring,
  Hurra, Hurra, Hurra,
Shout! shout aloud! the bondsman’s free! 
This, this is Freedom’s jubilee! 
  Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra,
  Hurra, Hurra, Hurra.

SPIRIT OF FREEMEN, WAKE.

Air—­America.

Spirit of Freemen, wake;
No truce with Slavery make,
  Thy deadly foe;
In fair disguises dressed,
Too long hast thou caress’d
The serpent in thy breast,
  Now lay him low.

Must e’en the press be dumb? 
Must truth itself succumb? 
  And thoughts be mute? 
Shall law be set aside,
The right of prayer denied,
Nature and God decried,
  And man called brute?

What lover of her fame
Feels not his country’s shame,
  In this dark hour? 
Where are the patriots now,
Of honest heart and brow,
Who scorn the neck to bow
  To Slavery’s power?

Sons of the Free! we call
On you, in field and hall,
  To rise as one;
Your heaven-born rights maintain,
Nor let Oppression’s chain
On human limbs remain;—­
  Speak! and ’t is done.

THE SLAVE’S LAMENTATION.

Air—­Long, long ago.

Where are the friends that to me were so dear,
  Long, long ago—­long ago! 
Where are the hopes that my heart used to cheer? 
  Long, long ago—­long ago! 
I am degraded, for man was my foe,
Friends that I loved in the grave are laid low,
All hope of freedom hath fled from me now,
  Long, long ago—­long, long ago!

Sadly my wife bowed her beautiful head—­
  Long, long ago—­long ago! 
O, how I wept when I found she was dead! 
  Long, long ago—­long ago! 
She was my angel, my love and pride—­
Vainly to save her from torture I tried,
Poor broken heart!  She rejoiced as she died,
  Long, long ago—­long, long ago!

Let me look back on the days of my youth—­
  Long, long ago—­long ago! 
Master withheld from me knowledge and truth—­
  Long, long ago—­long ago! 
Crushed all the hopes of my earliest day,
Sent me from father and mother away—­
Forbade me to read, nor allowed me to pray—­
  Long, long ago—­long, long ago!