Our grateful carts with joy o’erflow, <br />Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, <br />We hail the Despot’s overthrow, <br />Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, <br />No more he’ll raise the gory lash, <br />And sink it deep in human flesh, <br />Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, <br />Hurra, Hurra, Hurra. <br />We raise the song in Freedom’s name, <br />Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, <br />Her glorious triumph we proclaim, <br />Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, <br />Beneath her feet lie Slavery’s chains, <br />Their power to curse no more remains, <br />Hurra, Hurra, Hurra <br />Hurra, Hurra, Hurra. <br />With joy we’ll make the air resound, <br />Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, <br />That all may hear the gladsome sound, <br />Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, <br />We glory at Oppression’s fall, <br />The Slave has burst his deadly thrall, <br />Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra <br />Hurra, Hurra, Hurra. <br />In mirthful glee we’ll dance and sing, <br />Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, <br />With shouts we’ll make the welkin ring, <br />Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, <br />Shout! shout aloud! the bondsman’s free <br />This, this is Freedom’s jubilee <br />Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, <br />Hurra, Hurra, Hurra.<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jubilee-song/
