She’s a-kneelin’ with the rest,
She, thet ough’ to ha’ clung ferever
In her grand old eagle-nest;
She thet ough’ to stand so fearless
Wile the wracks are round her hurled,
Holdin’ up a beacon peerless
To the oppressed of all the world!
Hain’t they sold your colored seamen?
Hain’t they made your env’ys wiz?
Wut’ll make ye act like freemen?