Then choke us if we say a word,
And say that “niggers” shan’t be heard.
Chorus. My old massa, &c.
Our preachers, too, with whip and cord,
Command obedience in the Lord;
They say they learn it from the book,
But for ourselves we dare not look.
Chorus. Still, my old massa tells me O,
This is a Christian country O, &c.
There is a country far away,