The Blackman's Making Song

One night I left my native home, to my lodge room I went,

My brethren all were sitting there, and seemed to be content.

Soon one request I ask of them, if they would grant to me,

Another step along the road that leads to liberty.

When I began the mount to climb - Mount Horeb was its name -

I saw a bush was burning, just in a mighty flame;

When I beheld the mighty blaze, I knew not what to say,

I went to Mount Carmel, like old prophets, for to pray.

And when my prayers were ended, out of the East did rise,

A little cloud like a man's hand, which did me much surprise.

The next demand was made to me, my chariot to prepare.

With speed I drove along the way like eagles in the air.

Then went I to Golgotha - went to drink a health to all,

The toast went round, my name was found, sirs, brethren we are all.

Then straight to Jericho I went, so Joshua gave command,

It was my business when there to view the promised land.

And soon the king sent after me, all for to take my life,

And a woman did preserve me, that was neither maid nor wife.

'Twas out of a window, with a scarlet thread let down,

And went straight unto a garden, and there my brethren found.

Now to conclude and finish, keep Joseph in your mind,

Through all your weary travels you left him not behind;

I'm sure he was a man of God, he interpreted the King's dream.

I wish you all true brethren ever steady to remain.