No more the blood hound hold the slave at bay;
So we bend the knee to the Lord that made us free,
For that cruel, cruel slavery pass'd away.

Oh I don't complain, it will never come again,
So all our little children, black and brown;
They ne'er can be sold for that yellow shining gold,
For sweet Freedom, child, she has put on her crown.
She came here in the night, oh then might gave in to right,
Old Abra'm Lincoln brought about the stay;
So shout Hallelu--there's a lot of work to do,
For that cruel, cruel slavery pass'd away.

_CHORUS._

Oh shout Hallelujah, Freedom ever rules the land,
Go bend your knee, black people for to pray;
The shackle and the band has fell from the Bondsman's hand,
And that cruel, cruel slavery's pass'd away.




OLE SHADY.

THE SONG OF THE CONTRABAND.


Oh! yah! yah! darkies laugh wid me,
For de white folks say Ole Shady's free,