Poem -

Charles Taylor

Charles Taylor

Save me LordĀ 
For I am the slave Charles Taylor
From New Orleans
A laborer
Upon my knees I pleadĀ 
For am I not a man and a brotherĀ 

Save me Lord
Three years picking cottonĀ 
In the fieldsĀ 
The sun and lashes have my body tornĀ 
My spirit for the good Lord unshakenĀ 

My name is Charles Taylor
I was born a slaveĀ 
Died a freemanĀ 
My brother died picking cottonĀ 
My mother dead tooĀ 
Save me LordĀ 
HallelujahĀ 

So my driver he let us sing quiet while pickin'Ā 

"Swing low, sweet chariot*
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

If you get there before I do
Coming for to carry me home
Tell all my friends, I’m coming too
Coming for to carry me home"

*http://www.negrospirituals.com/index.html

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