Slaves from Kentucky, together they fled
Through the railway underground, neither turned a head
Nothing to hinder them, nothing to stop their flight
Story alone is a legendary plight.
Freedom is tasted, look at the light
Skin that is black in dark, inconspicuous a sight
Oh, look, end of the journey, they are free.
See the clean grass, breathe in the lone tree
Now both can do as they wish,
Build a house, settle down, eat a meal with many a dish
In Detroit, years they did stay,
Not a step did they venture away
Alas, discovered they were
Never’d gotten as far as would prefer
Hunters, search for runaways,
Scour the land and snatch up strays
Caught rodents in a trap
Rope of constraint around them wraps
Oh, Lucie and Thornton in jail
Looks like Freedom the ship has set sail
Our couple must despair
Sitting right in the central of evil’s lair
Hope has likely been forgotten
See how it did them rotten
However, as all stories are,
There are millions of happy endings, by far
Just wait for them to come,
Plots of rescue, surely there are some
Two women, one with Lucie’s height
Slip in unnoticed like the dead of night
They bring with them another chance
And Lucie sneaks out without a backward glance
Isn’t it true how, husband and wife,
Are symbols of escape, symbols of life
Endeavour and strive for freedom like the great sea
Gain sympathy from the public, to hearts they have a key.
Thornton watches sadly his wife leave
Can he catch up? Or will he grieve?
Needless to say, he’s going to be broken out
With the power of a crowd, pure chaos about
One is a sheriff good as dead,
Might have been a bullet through his head.
Another is a running fugitive
For him it’s his chance to live.
A storm of black submerges the prison
Madness, insanity has quickly risen
Freedom comes with a price, one gun, one loss
Violence is simply the seasoning sauce.
Journey to Canada and even
Call it justice, call it a safe haven
Slavery’s greed can never end
Yet our fair country’s court will never bend
Extradition was called upon from our nation
We didn’t believe it fair, was our returning accusation.
The Blackburns had been through quite a lot
It’s time that life’s pace slowed to a trot.
With the tides of fate turned, Thornton started up business,
T’was a big boom, back when transportation was scarceness.
Family spent not a penny to meet their want,
Instead donating it all to the poor, homeless, and gaunt.
Toronto was the Blackburns’ home
No major problems, they were free to roam.
Yet they continued to believe in what was right,
For the equality of all, they continued to fight.