Why should I care for the men of thames
Or the cheating waves of charter'd streams
Or shrink at the little blasts of fear
That the hireling blows into my ear
Tho born on the cheating banks of Thames
Tho his waters bathed my infant limbs
The Ohio shall wash his stains from me
I was born a slave but I go to be free.
More verses by William Blake
- Song: Memory, Hither Come
- To The Muses
- Reeds Of Innocence
- But In The Wine-Presses The Human Grapes Sing Not Nor Dance
- The Birds