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Oh Sing Oh Valiant Men Yes Sing by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace

Oh Sing Oh Valiant Men Yes Sing.

Across the sea along the shore
Where distill still sea wave a snore
And windy twist hid us our snore
As we ebb against the sea shore.

Chorus
Let's go oh men of Black let's go
To a country of milk untold
Let's fold our hands and walk infold
Let's guard ourselves like sleeves of fold.

Oh captain row the boat like wings
And make sea spread of fluttering wings
Where distill water still and swings
As they've wronged us and made us jinxs.

Chorus
Let's go oh men of Black let's go
To a country of milk untold
Let's fold our hands and walk infold
Let's guard ourselves like sleeves of fold.

Let's go oh men of Black a way
And fly abroad like trees doth sway
Let's dress not of a slave of clay
Let walls ear words as freedoms say.

Chorus
Let's go oh men of Black let's go
To a country of milk untold
Let's fold our hands and walk infold
Let's guard ourselves like sleeves of fold.

Let's go oh Negro men let's flee
From deceit eye of false decree
From lips of sadness that seems glee
And songs of sorrows oh let's flee.

Chorus
Let's go oh men of Black let's go
To a country of milk untold
Let's fold our hands and walk infold
Let's guard ourselves like sleeves of fold.

Across the sea we've fought for them
Our skin at home no cares for them
And yet we toil to feed our stem
And them we made our diadem.

Chorus
Let's go oh men of Black let's go
To a country of milk untold
Let's fold our hands and walk infold
Let's guard ourselves like sleeves of fold.

Oh sing oh valiant men yes sing
For wishes made has made chime ring
Let's match like ants to make our king
For slow and steady can we spring.

Chorus
Let's go oh men of Black let's go
To a country of milk untold
Let's fold our hands and walk infold
Let's guard ourselves like sleeves of fold.

"words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace

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