Soon ended her sorrows and sank cold in death;
Thus died that slave mother, poor heart-broken mother,
In sorrow and woe.
O, list ye kind mothers to the cries of the slave;
The parents and children implore you to save;
Go! rescue the mothers, the sisters and brothers,
From sorrow and woe.
I’LL BE FREE! I’LL BE FREE!
Air—Sweet Afton.