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12 2 Songs and Ballads
7 We sailed away without delay,
Till we came to the African shore; And eighteen hundred of those poor slaves
From their native isle [?] sailed o'er; For we marched them all along our decks,
And stored them down below; Scarce eighteen inches to a man
Was all they had to go.
8 The very next day we sailed away
With our cargo of slaves. 'T would have been much better for those poor souls
Had they been in their graves; For the plague and the fever came on board,
Swept half of them away. We dragged the dead upon the decks,
And threw them in the sea.
9 We sailed away without delay,
Till we came to the Cuban shore; We sold them to a planter there,
To be slaves forevermore; The rice and coffee fields to hoe
Beneath the burning sun, To lead a long and wretched life,
Till their career was run.
io And when our money was all gone, We put to sea again. Then Captain Moore he came on deck, And said to us his men,