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Poem
March 30, 1866
Montgomery County Sentinel
Rockville, Gaithersburg, Montgomery County, Maryland
What is this article about?
A satirical abolitionist hymn parodying a tune, calling for vengeance against Southern traitors and slaveholders, depicting Northern triumph over slavery through violence and subjugation, dated March 1856 from Brookville.
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For the Montgomery County Sentinel.
ABOLITION MISSIONARY HYMN,
A PARODY:
Tune—"There is Life in the old Land yet."
On the sad South wind a wail is borne
From the hearts and homes of woe,
It sighs at eve, it floats at morn,
O'er their hills and their valleys low;
We hear not, we heed not, for vengeance still
We call, and will not relent
While there is life in their plains, while there
is smoke on their hills,
While there is blood in their proud hearts pent!
Chorus—Traitors! you yield, but we mean
to break
Those hearts so proud and high,
We'll draw that blood from the
mantling cheek.
We'll quail that flashing eye!
Traitors! you yield, but we mean to break
Those hearts so proud and high—
We'll draw that blood from the mantling cheek
We'll quail that flashing eye!
Then, death to traitors! Freedom starts!
Our Northern bow is bent!—
There is power in our hands, there is hell in
our hearts.
While there is blood in those proud hearts pent!
Chorus—Traitors! you yield, &c.
Traitors! you move not our hearts of steel,
By your cries of anguish and pain;
The wrongs of your slaves, you could not feel,
When they clanked their galling chains.
We murder you—waste you—we bind you in
chains
We insult you—you dare not resent;
By the God that smiles on us, you shall weep
your slain,
While there is blood in those proud hearts pent!
Chorus—Traitors! you yield, &c.
Our conqueror has wiped his gory sword
Upon our Gospel scroll,
We'll dye it deeper "in the name of God!"
In the current of your soul;
We'll dip it in your chieftain's blood,
Ere another year is spent.
And we'll draw your life in a crimson flood.
While there is blood in those proud hearts pent!
Chorus—Traitors! you yield, &c.
There is blood in your widows' and orphans'
veins,
Though it moves in silent flow—
It must gush as it gushed on Judea's plains
Some thousand years ago.
We have set your slaves to trample you down,
We have crushed you—we do not repent;
We have you bound—we'll muzzle and keep
you bound,
While there is blood in those proud hearts pent!
Chorus—Traitors! you yield, &c.
BROOKVILLE, March, 1856.
ABOLITION MISSIONARY HYMN,
A PARODY:
Tune—"There is Life in the old Land yet."
On the sad South wind a wail is borne
From the hearts and homes of woe,
It sighs at eve, it floats at morn,
O'er their hills and their valleys low;
We hear not, we heed not, for vengeance still
We call, and will not relent
While there is life in their plains, while there
is smoke on their hills,
While there is blood in their proud hearts pent!
Chorus—Traitors! you yield, but we mean
to break
Those hearts so proud and high,
We'll draw that blood from the
mantling cheek.
We'll quail that flashing eye!
Traitors! you yield, but we mean to break
Those hearts so proud and high—
We'll draw that blood from the mantling cheek
We'll quail that flashing eye!
Then, death to traitors! Freedom starts!
Our Northern bow is bent!—
There is power in our hands, there is hell in
our hearts.
While there is blood in those proud hearts pent!
Chorus—Traitors! you yield, &c.
Traitors! you move not our hearts of steel,
By your cries of anguish and pain;
The wrongs of your slaves, you could not feel,
When they clanked their galling chains.
We murder you—waste you—we bind you in
chains
We insult you—you dare not resent;
By the God that smiles on us, you shall weep
your slain,
While there is blood in those proud hearts pent!
Chorus—Traitors! you yield, &c.
Our conqueror has wiped his gory sword
Upon our Gospel scroll,
We'll dye it deeper "in the name of God!"
In the current of your soul;
We'll dip it in your chieftain's blood,
Ere another year is spent.
And we'll draw your life in a crimson flood.
While there is blood in those proud hearts pent!
Chorus—Traitors! you yield, &c.
There is blood in your widows' and orphans'
veins,
Though it moves in silent flow—
It must gush as it gushed on Judea's plains
Some thousand years ago.
We have set your slaves to trample you down,
We have crushed you—we do not repent;
We have you bound—we'll muzzle and keep
you bound,
While there is blood in those proud hearts pent!
Chorus—Traitors! you yield, &c.
BROOKVILLE, March, 1856.
What sub-type of article is it?
Hymn
Satire
Song
What themes does it cover?
Slavery Abolition
Political
War Military
What keywords are associated?
Abolition Parody
Missionary Hymn
Traitors
Slavery Chains
Southern Woe
Northern Vengeance
Blood Proud Hearts
Poem Details
Title
Abolition Missionary Hymn, A Parody
Subject
Parody On Traitors And Slaveholders
Form / Style
Parody To The Tune 'There Is Life In The Old Land Yet' With Chorus
Key Lines
On The Sad South Wind A Wail Is Borne
From The Hearts And Homes Of Woe,
It Sighs At Eve, It Floats At Morn,
O'er Their Hills And Their Valleys Low;
Traitors! You Yield, But We Mean
To Break
Those Hearts So Proud And High,
We'll Draw That Blood From The
Mantling Cheek.
We'll Quail That Flashing Eye!
The Wrongs Of Your Slaves, You Could Not Feel,
When They Clanked Their Galling Chains.
We'll Dip It In Your Chieftain's Blood,
Ere Another Year Is Spent.
We Have Set Your Slaves To Trample You Down,
We Have Crushed You—We Do Not Repent;