He sure is not the man for me
Whose spirit will succumb,
When men endowed with Liberty
Lie bleeding, bound and dumb;
But he whose faithful words of might
Ring through the land from shore to sea,
For man's eternal equal right,
O, that's the man for me.

No, no, he's not the man for me
Whose voice o'er hill and plain,
Breaks forth for glorious liberty,
But binds himself, the chain!
The mightiest of the noble band
Who prays and toils the world to free,
With head, and heart, and voice, and vote,
O, that's the man for me.



THE BONDMAN.

AIR--Troubadour.


Feebly the bondman toiled,
Sadly he wept--
Then to his wretched cot
Mournfully crept;
How doth his free-born soul