To The Freed Colored People: Will you, will you be colonized?
Will you, will you be colonized? ‘Tis a land that with
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
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
The black negro to love.
Chorus.
It is true there is
That hangs o’er the land,
But ‘t will all turn aside,
When you follow the plan.
Chorus.
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,
Oh the African coast.
Chorus.
This piece was written by a Slave Holder.
