THE << ANTI-SLAVERY HARP>> : a Collection of Songs, by Wm. W. Brown. Published by Bela Marsh, 25, Cornhill, Boston. Price 12 12 cents.

This is an excellent compilation. It is moreover the work of a fugitive from bondage. We recognize among the songs some old favorites; but, as the compiler says in his preface, "the larger portion has never before been published." There is no method of spreading Anti-Slavery sentiment, and of deepening the conviction of the wickedness of the system, more effectual, and at the same time more agreeable, than by singing it. We have this week embellished our poetry column with a selection, which contains some home-truths for the slaveholder. We hope the book will have an extensive circulation.

July 14, 1848
THE NORTH STAR
Rochester, New York

From the << Anti-Slavery Harp>> .
A SONG FOR FREEDOM.

Air - DANDY JIM.

Come all ye bondmen far and near,
Let's put a song in massa's ear,
It is a song for our poor race,
Who're whipped and trampled with disgrace.
Chorus. My old massa tells me, O,
This is a land of freedom O;
Let's look about and see if 'tis so,
Just as massa tells me O.

He tells us of that glorious one,
I think his name was Washington,
How he did fight for liberty,
To save a threepence tax on tea.
Chorus. My old massa, &c.

And then he tells us that there was
A Constitution, with this clause,
That all men equal were created,
How often have we heard it stated.
Chorus. My old massa, &c.

But now we look about and see,
That we poor blacks are not so free;
We're whipped and thrashed about like fools,
And have no chance at common schools.
Chorus. Still my old massa, &c.

They take our wives, insult and mock,
And sell our children on the block,
Then choke us if we say a word,
And say that niggers shan't be heard.
Chorus. Still my old massa, &c.

Our preachers, too, with whip and cord,
Command obedience to the Lord;
They say they learn it from the book,
But for ourselves we dare not look.
Chorus. Still my old massa tells me O,
This is a Christian country O,
Let's look about and see if 'tis so,
Just as massa tells me O.

There is a country far away -
Friend Hopper says 'tis Canada,
And if we reach Victoria's shore,
He says that we are slaves no more.
Chorus. Now hasten bondmen, let us go
And leave this Christian country O;
Haste to the land of the British Queen,
Where whips for negroes are not seen.

Now if we go, we must take the night -
We're sure to die if we come in sight -
The bloodhounds will be on our track,
And wo to us if they fetch us back.
Chorus. Now haste all bondmen, let us go,
And leave this Christian country O;
God help us to Victoria's shore
Where we are free and slaves no more.