There was a great wooded land,

But not so long ago at that, Lincoln said:

That song meant just what it said: Hold On!

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With John Brown at Harpers Ferry, Negroes died.

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There was light when the battle clouds rolled away.

It was a long time ago,

John Brown was hung.

And nobody knew for sure

Freedom will come!

The slaves made up a song:

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Who doubted that the war would end right,

Keep Your Hand On The Plow! Hold On!

Out of the darkest days for people and a nation,

There were slaves then, too,

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Then a man said:

The poet says it was promises.

Out of war it came, bloody and terrible!

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That the slaves would be free,

Else it had no meaning for anyone.

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We know now how it came out.

But now we know how it all came out.

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But others new it had to triumph.

America is a dream.

Or that the union would stand,

That what he said was also meant for them.

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The people say it is promises-that will come true.

Keep Your Hand On The Plow! Hold On!

BETTER TO DIE FREE

But had run away to freedom.

What Frederick Douglass said was true.

Nor write them down on paper.

But in their hearts the slaves knew

THAN TO LIVE SLAVES

Some there were, as always,