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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Farewell, my friends, I'm bound for Canaan, I'm trav'ling through the wilderness, Your company has been delightful, You who doth leave my mind distressed. I go away, behind to leave you, Perhaps never to meet again j But if we ever have this pleasure, I hope we'll meet on Canaan's shore.
I'm glad that I am born to die,
From grief and woe my soul shall fly,
And we'll all shout together in that morning,
In that morning, in that morning,
And we'll all shout together in that morning.
* From Professor George Pullen Jackson*s White Spirituals of the Southern Uplands, reprinted from the Social Harp,

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