Uncle Joe's Hail Columbia

Uncle Joe comes home a singing, Hail, Columby! Glorious times de Lord is bringin' -- Now let me die. Fling the chains into the ribber -- Lay de burden by; Dar is one who will delibber -- Now let me die. Ring de Bells in eb'ry steeple! Raise the Flag on high! De Lord has come to Sabe the people -- Now let me die. Bressed days, I lib to see dem, Hail Columby! I hab drawn a breff of freedom -- Now let me die. Ninety years I bore the burden, Den he heard me cry; Standin' on de banks ob Jordan -- Now let me die. Dis is what the war was brought for, Hail, Columby! Dis is what our faders fought for -- Now let me die. Dar's an end to all dis sorrow, Comin' by and by; Prayin' for dat bressed morrow -- Now let me die. I hab seen de rebels beaten, Hail Columby! I Hab seen dar boots retreatin', -- Now let me die. O! dis Union can't be broken, Dar's no use to try; No sech thing the Lord has spoken -- Now let me die. I'll go home a singing "Glory!" Hail Columby! Since I heard dis bressed story -- Now let me die. 'Tis de ransom ob de nation, Drawing' now so nigh; 'Tis de day ob full salbation, -- Now let me die.