Get Up And Go!

Please clear the way and let me pass,

If you intend to give up here:

It seems a shame that you should yield

Your life without its fullest share.



You are a coward for your pains,

To come this way, and then blow out:

Real men are made of stuff to last,

Which they, themselves, would never doubt.



Get up! You broken bits of flesh!

Take courage and go fighting on;

For every black man there's a day,

Which pride in race has well begun.