A Brother's Farewell and No, Master, Never/A Brother's Farewell
A BROTHER'S FAREWELL.
A SCENE AT THE SLAVE PEN.
By J. McC. SIMPSON.
THE A. A. S. DAVID.
AIR.—"Hard Times come again no more."
I am sold down to Georgia—
My grief none can tell;
Fare you well—we'll meet on earth no more.
My friends and relations,
I'll bid you all farewell;
Fare-you-well—we'll meet on earth no more.
When the lash of the driver is sounding,
'Way down—way down upon old Georgia's shore,
I will trust in my Saviour,
His grace I will implore—
Farewell—we'll meet on earth no more.
Fare-you-well, my dear mother,
I leave you now behind;
Farewell; we'll meet on earth no more.
Though a slave in Virginia,
You have been good and kind;
Farewell—we'll meet on earth no more.
When my sighs and groans are ascending—
'Way down—way down upon old Georgia's shore,
O! remember, my troubles
And grief will soon be o'er:
Farewell—we'll meet on earth no more.
Fare-you-well, my companion,
Our union now must end;
Farewell—we'll meet on earth no more.
Let your courage never fail you,
For God will be your friend:
Farewell—we'll meet on earth no more.
When the night overshadows my sleeping,
'Way down—way down upon old Georgia's shore.
I will come in dreams to greet you,
And watch your cabin door;
Farewell—we'll meet on earth no more.
'Tis no use to weep, my sister—
I'm sold, and now must yield;
Farewell—we'll meet on earth no more.
I must languish in sorrow,
In Georgia's cotton field:
Farewell—we'll meet on earth no more.
When the sun bids adieu to my labors,
'Way down—way down upon old Georgia's shore,
We will meet at the altar,
To tell our sorrows o'er:
Farewell—we'll meet on earth no more.
[There a voice is calling roughly, "Come,
Boy, come, we must go! Stop that foolishness!"]
Now my master is calling,
And I must soon depart:
Farewell—we'll meet on earth no more.
Here to leave my dear children,
It almost breaks my heart:
Farewell—we'll meet on earth no more.
When the trumpet of Gabriel is sounding—
'Way down—way down upon old Georgia's shore,
I will hail you in that morning,
On Canaan's happy shore:
Fare-you-well—we'll meet on earth no more.