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In the time of captivity
When the Master beat me
I prayed to Mother Mary, my God
How the beating hurt

In the time of captivity
When the Master beat me
I prayed for Mother Mary, my God
How the beating hurt

I worked in the fields
In sugar and sisal
The Black man was whipped
On the old wooden post
When I arrived in Bahia
Capoeira freed me
And even today I still remember
My Master's orders

Work, Black man, Black man work
Work, Black man, so you don't get hit
Work, Black man, Black man work
Work, Black man, so you don't get hit
Work, Black man, Black man work
Work, Black man, so you don't get hit
Work, Black man, Black man work
Work, Black man, so you don't get hit