Ham’s seed wuz gin to us in chairge, an’ shouldn’t we be li’ble
In Kingdom Come, ef we kep’ back their priv’lege in the Bible?
The cusses an’ the promerses make one gret chain, an’ ef
You snake one link out here, one there, how much on’t ud be lef’?
All things wuz gin to man for’s use, his sarvice, an’ delight;
An’ don’t the Greek an’ Hebrew words thet mean a Man mean White?
Ain’t it belittlin’ the Good Book in all its proudes’ featurs
To think ’t wuz wrote for black an’ brown an’ ’lasses-colored creaturs,
Thet could n’ read it, ef they would, nor ain’t by lor allowed to,
But ough’ to take wut we think suits their naturs, an’ be proud to?