You're ignorant I know,
In this land of your birth,
And religion though pure,
Cannot move the curse.
Chorus.

But only consent,
Though extorted by force,
What a blessing you'll prove,
On the African coast.
Chorus.



I AM AN ABOLITIONIST.

AIR--Auld Lang Syne.


I am an Abolitionist!
I glory in the name:
Though now by Slavery's minions hiss'd
And covered o'er with shame,
It is a spell of light and power--
The watchword of the free:--
Who spurns it in the trial-hour,
A craven soul is he!

I am an Abolitionist!
Then urge me not to pause;