American Slaves in Tripoli

Farewell , our native land!
Farewell, O freshening sea!
We choose the suffocating sand
To shame and liberty.
Earth shall not rue that we existed, —
This is our one reply:
We swore to die when we enlisted,
Go, show us where to die!

Perhaps our cheerful parts,
Our hearty work, our songs,
May soften our taskmasters' hearts
And mitigate our wrongs.
On honest bread we have subsisted,
We would not terrify,
We swore to die when we enlisted,
Go, show us where to die!

Where'er we go our name,
Our land's example wins,
Degraded realms we shall reclaim
And soften Jacobins!
Unfurl the flag that we assisted!
Dear country, hear our sigh! —
We swore to die when we enlisted,
Go show us where to die!
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