I heard a story long ago;
Please do not be dismayed.
Of the slave ship called the Fredensborg,
That plied a ghastly trade.
From Denmark to the Guinea Coast
She sailed both far and wide.
But on the coast of Africa,
Her captain up and died.
They took a load of shackled men
And stored them in the hold.
For when they reached the West Indies
Each slave would bring them gold.
They journeyed far across the sea-
To Santa Cruz they sailed.
The Fredensborg fought mighty storms,
And finally prevailed.
But when she reached the Danish coast
A storm came hurtling down.
The Fredensborg was lost at sea,
And every soul was drowned.
‘Twas many years before they found
The wreckage ‘neath the waves.
But by that time the ship had lost
All memory of her slaves.
The story of the Fredensborg
Should once again be told.
For all the lives condemned to die
For sugar, rum and gold!