The English came and carried off
One sister, far away;
And now in London’s haunts she stands
And sorrows all the day.
They took her from her native spot,
Where she was wont to stand,
And placed her in a foreign clime,
Within a foreign land.
Ah! how she feels, with other eyes
Than on bright Egypt’s shore;—
She stands where she had never been—
To stand for evermore.
The others came with iron bonds,
Her sister, too, they brought,
To grace America’s bright parks
Where pity ne’er was thought.
Ah! yes, in New York city’s haunts
That sister is to be;
Between the two the waters lie—
A dark and stormy sea.
Ah! now when I to Egypt’s plains
Do wend my careful way,
I’ll seek the spot where once they stood,
And there respect I’ll pay.
But, oh, the beauties will be gone—
The sisters are not there,
Insulted by a grosser race,
They stand where naught is fair.
