Or be father to their children,
Or make uv em conkebines aginst their will,
Or force em to toil without hire,
Or shoot em, ez we wuz wont to do under the old dispensashun,
Or make laws for em wich didn’t bind us as well.
And our hearts wuz sad in our buzzums; for we said, Lo! the nigger is our ekal; and we mourned ez them hevin no hope.
But the President, even Androo, the choice uv Booth, said, Nay.
And the bill wuz vetoed, and is no law; and our hearts is made glad.
And from the Ohio to the Gulf shel go up the song uv gladness and the sounds uv mirth.
The nigger will we slay, for he elevated his horn agin us.