When your daughter's taken away
And your heart is fill'd with care;
When with Angels I shall pray
For your peace and comfort here.

Shall poor Uncle Tom be free?
Papa promise this to me.

When your little Eva's there,
Rob'd like those in spotless white;
And the conquering palm I bear,
Bless'd with love and Heaven's light,

Shall poor Uncle Tom be free?
Papa promise this to me.

Wife and children send him near,
When forever I am gone;
Papa check the falling tear,
Think upon my dying song.

Uncle Tom, Oh make him free.
Papa, Papa, do for me.