| Lyrics: | I'M ON MY WAY TO CANADA
tune: Oh, Susannah
I'm on way to Canada,
That cold and
dreary land;
The sad effects of slavery,
I can no longer stand.
I've served my
master all my days,
Without a dime's reward;
And now I'm forced to run
away,
To flee the lash abroad.
Farewell, old master, don't think hard of
me,
I'm on my way to Canada, where all the slaves are free.
The hounds are baying on
my track,
Old master comes behind,
Resolved that he will bring me back,
Before I
cross the line;
I'm now embarked for yonder shore,
There a man's a man by
law;
The iron horse will bear me o'er,
To shake the lion's paw.
Oh,
righteous Father, will thou not pity me,
And aid me on to Canada, where all the slaves are
free.
Oh, I heard Queen Victoria say,
That if we would forsake
Our native land
of slavery,
And come across the lake;
That she was standing on the shore,
With arms extended wide,
To give us all a peaceful home
Beyond the rolling
tide
Farewell, old master, don't think hard of me,
I'm on my way to Canada, where
all the slaves are free.
@slave @escape
American Labor Songs of the Nineteenth
Century, Foner
Note: according to Foner, "A song well known to
runaway
slaves..."
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