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 For know, its tall gold stems contain

A sweet rich juice, which White men prize;

And that they may this sugar gain,

The Negro toils, and bleeds, and dies.

But, Negro slave! thyself shall tell,

Of past and present wrongs the story;

And would all British hearts could feel,

To end those wrongs were Britain's glory.

First to our own dear Negro land,

His ships the cruel White man sends;

And there contrives, by armed band,

To tear us from our homes and friends;