They take our wives, insult and mock,
And sell our children on the block,
They choke us if we say a word,
And say that “niggers” shan’t be heard. [Chorus.]
Our preachers, too, with whip and cord,
Command obedience in the Lord;
They say they learn it from the big book,
But for ourselves, we dare not look. [Chorus.]
There is a country far away,
I think they call it Canada,