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Black, His Story
Brutally battered and beaten
Long, long way from home
Aching inside hurts more than lashes and reaping
Children and wife long gone
Kept in chains, freedom done gone
Hide! Hide! No time for larking
Ink black nights, and days of running
Shouting, shooting, dogs a-barking.
Stop by the river, wade in the water
Tubman sends canoe and more kinsmen come
Over the river to Canada’s shelter
Reunited with children…, and wife done come
Yes! Freedom done come. Freedom done come
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