To The Freed Colored People:
Will you, will you be colonized?
Will you, will you be colonized?
Tis a land that with honey
And milk doth abound,
Where the lash is not heard,
And the scourge is not found.
Chorus.
Will you, &c.
If you stay in this land
Where the white man has rule,
You will starve by his hand,
In both body and soul.
Chorus.
For a nuisance you are,
In this land of your birth,
Held down by his hand,
And crushed to the earth.
Chorus.
My religion is pure,
And came from above,
But I cannot consent
The black negro to love.
Chorus.
It is true there is judgment
That hangs oer the land,
But t will all turn aside,
When you follow the plan.
Chorus.
Youre 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 youll prove,
Oh the African coast.
Chorus.
