Paul Laurence Dunbar - Black Samson of Brandywine lyrics

'In the fight at Brandywine, Black Samson, a giant negro armed with a scythe, sweeps his way through the red ranks....' C. M. Skinner's '_Myths and Legends of Our Own Land_.' Gray are the pages of record, Dim are the volumes of eld; Else had old Delaware told us More that her history held. Told us with pride in the story, Honest and noble and fine, More of the tale of my hero, Black Samson of Brandywine. Sing of your chiefs and your nobles, Saxon and Celt and Gaul, Breath of mine ever shall join you, Highly I honor them all. Give to them all of their glory, But for this noble of mine, Lend him a tithe of your tribute, Black Samson of Brandywine. There in the heat of the battle, There in the stir of the fight, Loomed he, an ebony giant, Black as the pinions of night. Swinging his scythe like a mower Over a field of grain, Needless the care of the gleaners, Where he had pa**ed amain. Straight through the human harvest, Cutting a bloody swath, Woe to you, soldier of Briton! d**h is abroad in his path. Flee from the scythe of the reaper, Flee while the moment is thine, None may with safety withstand him, Black Samson of Brandywine. Was he a freeman or bondman? Was he a man or a thing? What does it matter? His brav'ry Renders him royal--a king. If he was only a chattel, Honor the ransom may pay Of the royal, the loyal black giant Who fought for his country that day. Noble and bright is the story, Worthy the touch of the lyre, Sculptor or poet should find it Full of the stuff to inspire. Beat it in bra** and in copper, Tell it in storied line, So that the world may remember Black Samson of Brandywine.