Food or Work
Cotton lords! Lords of creation,
Feed the slaves which made your wealth;
Is not this a Christian nation?
Food’s conducive to their health.
Tho’ you shut your factory gates,
Sell your cotton, stop each loom;
Tho’ war is raging in the States,
The cotton tree twice yearly bloom.
The time will come when you’ll be buying
Cotton for to work each slave;
Food or work for they are dying,
Save them from an early grave.
Save the English maiden’s beauty,
Keep them from immoral crime;
Those that has, it is their duty,
For to help at such a time.