Various, Slavery's Passed Away and Other Songs
“ The driver's whip it cut him ev'ry day; Our good Lord above, with his never dying love, Made that cruel, cruel slavery pass'd away. 2. Oh child, in those times then I liv'd among the pines, Yes, in an old log cabin I was born; Then I heard the moan when the mothers lost their own, In those bondage days, oh thank the Lord they're gone. That Iron chain and band they grow rusty in this land, No more the blood hound hold the slave at bay ”
