The Story of Harriet Tubman Freedom Train

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.