A slaver’s song, which was not writ by me.

TIME FOR US TO GO

With sails let fall and sheeted home, and clear of the ground were we,

We passed the bank, stood round the light, and sailed away to sea;

The wind was fair and the coast was clear, and the brig was noways slow,

For she was built in Baltimore, and ’twas time for us to go.

Time for us to go,

For she was built in Baltimore, and ’twas time for us to go.

A quick run to the West we had, and when we made the Bight,