July 4th 1857 by Alfred Gibbs Campbell

Richard Mitchley - Pop
July 4th 1857 by Alfred Gibbs Campbell
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Duration: 1:03
Lyrics
Hurrah for the fourth of July! Throw out your flag to the breeze! Let your wild shouts ascend the sky And be merry and gay as you please But sad is the day to me For sad are the thoughts it wakes Of the millions in slavery Of whose woes my soul partakes Every cut of the lash I feel! Their fetters my own limbs bear And their deeper griefs which words but conceal My spirit doth with them share! I feel as the slave-mother, when Her babe from her bosom is torn By demons incarnate in men Who God and humanity scorn I feel as thе loving wife feels When her husband is snatchеd away; As the fugitive, when at his heels He hears the fierce bloodhound's bay; And I scorn your hollow pageantry And your false and mocking show Got up in the name of Liberty Who was murdered long ago!
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- Writers
- Alfred Gibbs Campbell