I didn’t come here
In a ship
Or from far away
They didn’t put me in chains
Or whip me until I was bleeding
Or sell me to you
Your wife
Who you do not have
Didn’t see me in a line and pick me out
I don’t live in a cellar or attic
Mice and rats
Are not chewing on my toes
You haven’t worken me in a factory or pit
And I’m not catching my death
From the cold
And you don’t ave to be
Cruel to me
To stop me from running away
Master