Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, CREOLE SLAVE SONG: THE DIRGE OF SY. MALO, by GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE



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CREOLE SLAVE SONG: THE DIRGE OF SY. MALO, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Alas! Young men, come, make lament
Last Line: For carrion crows to feed upon.
Subject(s): Slavery; Serfs


Alas! young men, come, make lament
For poor St. Malo in distress!
They chased, they hunted him with dogs,
They fired at him with a gun.

They hauled him from the cypress swamp.
His arms they tied behind his back,
They tied his hands in front of him;
They tied him to a horse's tail,
They dragged him up into the town.
Before those grand Cabildo men
They charged that he had made a plot
To cut the throats of all the whites.
They asked him who his comrades were;
Poor St. Malo said not a word!
The judge his sentence read to him,
And then they raised the gallows-tree.
They drew the horse -- the cart moved off --
And left St. Malo hanging there.
The sun was up an hour high
When on the Levee he was hung;
They left his body swinging there,
For carrion crows to feed upon.





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