Uncle Joe comes home a singing, <br />Hail, Columby! <br />Glorious times de Lord is bringin' -- <br />Now let me die. <br />Fling the chains into the ribber -- <br />Lay de burden by; <br />Dar is one who will delibber -- <br />Now let me die. <br /> <br />Ring de Bells in eb'ry steeple! <br />Raise the Flag on high! <br />De Lord has come to Sabe the people -- <br />Now let me die. <br /> <br />Bressed days, I lib to see dem, <br />Hail Columby! <br />I hab drawn a breff of freedom -- <br />Now let me die. <br />Ninety years I bore the burden, <br />Den he heard me cry; <br />Standin' on de banks ob Jordan -- <br />Now let me die. <br /> <br />Dis is what the war was brought for, <br />Hail, Columby! <br />Dis is what our faders fought for -- <br />Now let me die. <br />Dar's an end to all dis sorrow, <br />Comin' by and by; <br />Prayin' for dat bressed morrow -- <br />Now let me die. <br /> <br />I hab seen de rebels beaten, <br />Hail Columby! <br />I Hab seen dar boots retreatin', -- <br />Now let me die. <br />O! dis Union can't be broken, <br />Dar's no use to try; <br />No sech thing the Lord has spoken -- <br />Now let me die. <br /> <br />I'll go home a singing "Glory!" <br />Hail Columby! <br />Since I heard dis bressed story -- <br />Now let me die. <br />'Tis de ransom ob de nation, <br />Drawing' now so nigh; <br />'Tis de day ob full salbation, -- <br />Now let me die.<br /><br />Henry Clay Work<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/uncle-joe-s-hail-columbia/
