Songs from
The Story of Harriet
Tubman Freedom
Train
p. 5
Hushaby
Don’t you cry,
Go to sleep, little
baby
p. 8
Little girl, little girl!
Did you go to the spring?
Yes ma’am!
Did you feed my ducks?
Did my ducks lay eggs?
Yes ma’am! Yes ma’am!
Did you take um to the house?
Did you bake some bread?
Yes ma’am! Yes ma’am!
Did the bread taste good?
Yes ma’am! Yes ma’am!
p. 11
Juber do and Juber
don’t
Juber will and Juber
won’t
Juber up and Juber
down
Juber all around the
town.
p. 12
Sift the meal and
gimme the husk
Bake the cake and
gimme the crust
Fry the pork and
gimme the skin.
Ask me when I’m
coming again.
Juber, Juber, Juber-ee.
p. 25
The Jack Snipe said unto the
Crane
“I wish to the Lord there
would come rain.”
The wild Goose said unto the
Swan,
“The coming winter’ll be
sharp and long.”
They say old Marse is sick
again.
He suffer many a’ ache and
pain.
When my old Marse’s dead
and gone
This old slave’ll stop husking
corn.
p. 26
There’s no rain to wet you,
Oh yes, I want to go home.
There’s no sun to burn you,
Oh yes, I want to go home.
Oh, push along, believers,
Oh yes, I want to go home.
There’s no whips a-cracking.
Oh yes, I want to go home.
My brother on the wayside,
Oh yes, I want to go home.
Oh push along, my brother,
Oh yes, I want to go home.
Where there’s no stormy
weather,
Oh yes, I want to go home.
There’s no tribulation,
Oh yes, I want to go home.
p. 27
Didn’t my Lord deliver
Daniel,
Deliver Daniel, deliver
Daniel?
Didn’t my Lord deliver
Daniel,
And why not every man?
He delivered Daniel from the
lion’s den,
Jonah from the belly of the
whale.
And the Hebrew children
from the fiery furnace.
pp. 28-29
Go down, Moses,
Way down in Egypt’s land.
Tell ole Pharaoh,
Let my people go,
When Israel was in Egypt’s
land,
Let my people go.
Oppressed so hard they could
not stand,
Let my people go.
No more shall they in
bondage toil,
Let my people go.
Let them come out with
Egypt’s spoil,
Let my people go.
p. 36
Steal away, steal away
Steal away to Jesus,
Steal away, steal away home.
I ain’t got long to stay here,
My Lord he calls me,
He calls me by the thunder.
The trumpet sounds within
my soul
I ain’t got long to stay here.
Steal away home.
p. 43
That Gospel Train is comin’;
I hear it ‘round the curve,
She’s loosened all her steam
and brakes
And straining every nerve.
The fare is cheap and all can
go,
The rich and poor is there;
No second class aboard this
train,
No difference in the fare.
Get on board, little chillun
Get on board, little chillun
Get on board, little chillun,
There’s room for many a
more.
p. 66
When that old chariot
comes,
I’m going to leave
you,
I’m bound for the
promised land,
Friends, I’m going to
leave you.
I’m sorry, friends, to
leave you,
Farewell! oh,
farewell!
But I’ll meet you in
the morning,
Farewell! oh,
farewell!
I’ll meet you in the
morning
When you reach the
promised land;
On the other side of
the Jordan,
For I’m bound for the
promised land.
p. 76
When Israel was in
Egypt’s land,
Let my people go.
Oppressed so hard
they could not stand,
Let my people go.
Go down, Moses,
Way down in Egypt’s
land.
Tell ole Pharaoh,
Let my people go.
p. 93
When that old chariot
comes,
I’m going to leave
you,
I’m bound for the
promised land,
Friends, I’m going to
leave you.
When that old chariot
comes,
Who’s going with
me?
p. 94
When that old chariot
comes,
I’m going with you.
p. 98
Go down, Moses,
Way down in Egypt’s
land,
Let my people go.
p. 112
Good news, the
chariot’s coming,
Good news, the
chariot’s coming,
Good news, the
chariot’s coming,
An’ I don’t want it to
leave me behind.
p. 113
Then lovely Fan, will
you come out tonight?
Will you come out
tonight?
Will you come out
tonight?
Then lovely Fan, will
you come out tonight,
An’ dance by the light
of the moon?
pp. 119-120
I’ve served my master
all my days
Without a dime’s
reward,
And now I’m forced
to run away
To flee the lash
abroad.
Farewell, old Master,
Don’t think hard of
me.
I’m on my way to
Canada,
Where all the slaves
are free.
The hounds are
baying on my tracks,
Old Master comes
behind,
Resolved that he will
bring me back
Before I cross the
line.
I’m now embarked
for yonder shore,
There a man’s a man
by law;
The iron horse will
bear me o’er
To shake the lion’s
paw.
Farewell, old Master,
Don’t think hard of
me.
I’m on my way to
Canada,
Where all the slaves
are free.
p. 126
Glory to God and
Jesus too,
One more soul got
safe.
Oh, go and carry the
news,
One more soul got
safe.
Glory to God and
Jesus too,
One more soul got
safe,
Glory to God and
Jesus too,
One more soul got
safe,
pp. 147-148
John Brown’s body
lies amould’ring in
the grave,
John Brown’s body
lies amould’ring in
the grave,
John Brown’s body
lies amould’ring in
the grave,
His soul goes
marching on!
Glory, glory!
Hallelujah! Glory,
Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory!
Hallelujah! His soul
is marching on.
He captured Harpers
Ferry with his
nineteen men so true,
And he frightened old
Virginia till she
trembled through and
through
They hung him for a
traitor, themselves the
traitor crew,
But his soul is
marching on!
John Brown died that
the slave might be
free,
John Brown died that
the slave might be
free,
John Brown died that
the slave might be
free,
But his soul goes
marching on!
Glory, glory!
Hallelujah! Glory,
Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory!
Hallelujah! His soul
is marching on.
Now for the Union,
let’s give three
rousing cheers,
Now for the Union,
let’s give three
rousing cheers,
Now for the Union,
let’s give three
rousing cheers,
As we go marching
on.
Hip, hip, hurrah! Hip,
hip, hurrah!
p. 164
My country, ‘tis of
thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing.
Land where my
fathers died!
Land of the Pilgrims’
pride!
From every
mountainside
Let freedom ring!
p. 172
Of all the whole
creation in the east or
in the West,
The glorious Yankee
nation is the greatest
and the best.
Come along! Come
along! Don’t be
alarmed.
Uncle Sam is rich
enough to give you all
a farm.
p. 176
Hurrah! Hurrah! we
bring the jubilee!
Hurrah! Hurrah! the
flag that makes you
free!
So we sing the chorus
from Atlanta to the
sea,
While we are
marching through
Georgia.
p. 182
There’s cider in the
cellar,
An’ the black folds,
they have some.
Must be now the
Kingdom coming
And the year of
Jubilum.
p. 188
Oh, I heard Queen
Victoria say,
That if we would
forsake
Our native land of
slavery,
And come across the
lake-p. 191
Swing low, sweet
chariot,
Comin’ home to carry
me home.