The Slave’s Escape to Canada

The Slave’s Escape to Canada.
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Iam on my way to Canada, that cold and dreary land.
The dire effects of slavery I can no longer stand;
My soul is vexed within me vo to think
I am a slave, I am resolved to stilke the blow for freedom of the grave.

Chorus:
Oh, righteous Father, wilt thou not pity me.
And nld me on to Canada, where coluted men are five.

I heard old massa pray last night. I heard him pray for me,
That Gool would come with all his might, from Satan set me free:
Se I from Satan would escape and flee the wrath to come.
If there’s a friend in human shape, old massa must be one.

Chorus:
Oh, old massa while you pray for me
I am doing all that I can do to get my liberty.

I have just embarked for yonder shore, where man is man by law
The vessel soon will bear ma o’er to shake the Hon’s paw;
The hounds are baying on my track, old massa just behind.
Resolves that he will bring me back before I cross the line.

Chorus:
Oh, old massa, don’t think hard of me,
I am doing all that I can do to get my liberty.

I am landed safe upon the shore, both soul and body free,
My blood and brains and tears no more will drench old Tennessce:
Hut I behold a scalding tear just starting from my eye.
To think my wife, my only friend, a slave must live and die,

Chorus:
Oh, Jear wife, while you grieve for ine,
Forever at the throne of grace I will remember thee.