I had my eye on the bright north star, and thought of liberty.
They worked me all the day,
Without a bit of pay,
So I took my flight in the middle of the night,
When the sun was gone away.
I jumped out of my good old boat and shoved it from the shore,
And travelled faster that night than I had ever done before;
I came up to a farmer’s house, just at the break of day,
And saw a white man standing there, said he, “You are run away.”
They worked me all the day,