Of all the modern times, brother, the day so long delayed,
When we're to be freemen made, brother, we're to be freemen made.
There's many a low, low lot, they said, but none so low as we,
So sunk in ignorance and vice, in want and penury;
But none so stupid as poor Hodge in all the land, they said;
But we're to be freemen made, brother, we're to be freemen made.
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So we'll rise and poll us early, poll us early, brother Grimes,
For to-morrow'll be the important day of all the glad new times;
Of all the glad new times, brother, the day so long delayed,