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Tony Humphries Presents The Merchant - Wheeler del Torro

Find out more about this and similar songs at www.culturedetectives.com Lyrics: They're only negroes--true, they count not here, Perhaps, their cries and groans may count elsewhere, And one on high may say for these and all, A price was paid, and it redeemed from thrall. If the proud "merchants who are princes" here, Believe his word, or his commandments fear, With twenty hours of unremitting toil, Twelve in the field, and eight in doors, to boil Or grind the cane--believe me few grow old, But life is cheap, and sugar, sir,--is gold. Then as to food, you may be sure we give Enough, to let the wretched creatures live: The diet's somewhat slender, there's no doubt, It would not do, to let them grow too stout; Nor is it here, nor on estates around, That fat and saucy negroes may be found. With twenty hours of unremitting toil, Twelve in the field, and eight in doors, to boil Or grind the cane--believe me few grow old, But life is cheap, and sugar, sir,--is gold. How can they dare to advocate this trade, Or call the sacred scriptures to its aid. How can they have the boldness to lay claim, And boast their title to the Christian name; Or yet pretend to walk in reason's light, And wage eternal war with human right. From the poem "The Slave-Trade Merchant" by Juan Francisco Manzano