This song is said to be sung by Slaves, as they are chained in gangs,
when parting from friends for the far-off South—children taken from
parents, husbands from wives, and brothers from sisters.
See these poor souls from Africa,
Transported to America:
We are stolen and sold to Georgia, will you go along with me?
We are stolen and sold to Georgia, go sound the jubilee.
See wives and husbands sold apart,
The children’s screams!—it breaks my heart;
There’s a better day a coming, will you go along with me?
There’s a better day a coming, go sound the jubilee.
O, gracious Lord! when shall it be,
That we poor souls shall all be free?
Lord, break them Slavery powers—will you go along with me?
Lord, break them Slavery powers, go sound the jubilee.
Dear Lord! dear Lord! when Slavery’ll cease,
Then we poor souls can have our peace;
There’s a better day a coming, will you go along with me?
There’s a better day a coming, go sound the jubilee.