Jubilee Song

Our grateful carts with joy o’erflow, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, We hail the Despot’s overthrow, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, No more he’ll raise the gory lash, And sink it deep in human flesh, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra. We raise the song in Freedom’s name, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, Her glorious triumph we proclaim, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, Beneath her feet lie Slavery’s chains, Their power to curse no more remains, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra Hurra, Hurra, Hurra. With joy we’ll make the air resound, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, That all may hear the gladsome sound, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, We glory at Oppression’s fall, The Slave has burst his deadly thrall, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra Hurra, Hurra, Hurra. In mirthful glee we’ll dance and sing, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, With shouts we’ll make the welkin ring, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, Shout! shout aloud! the bondsman’s free This, this is Freedom’s jubilee Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra, Hurra.