I’ll be free! I’ll be free! and none shall confine
With fetters and chains this free spirit of mine;
From my youth have I vowed in my God to rely,
And despite the oppressor, gain Freedom or die.
Though my back is all torn by the merciless rod,
Yet firm is my trust in the right arm of God;
In his strength I’ll go forth, and forever will be
’Mong the hills of the North, where the bondman is free,
’Mong the hills of the North, where the bondman is free.
Let me go! let me go! to the land of the brave,