“The soil is barren,——the farm is old;”
The thoughtful Planter said;
Then looked upon the Slaver’s gold,
And then upon the maid.

農場主想著心事,叨咕著:
"這農場,地老,田荒;"
他看看奴隸販子的金子,
又看看身邊的女郎.

10

His heart within him was at strife
With such accursed gains;
For he knew whose passions gave her life,
Whose blood ran in her veins.

他心里有斗爭,曉得是罪孽:
只有他,才最了解
是誰的情欲給了她生命,
他的血管里流著誰的血.

11

But the voice of nature was too weak;
He took the glittering gold!
Then pale as death grew the maiden’s cheek;
Her hands as icy cold.

可是天性的呼聲太微弱,
他抓起亮晶晶的黃金!
女郎的雙頰死一樣慘白,
他兩手冷得象冰.

12

The Slaver led her from the door,
He led her by the hand,
To be his slave and paramour
In a strange and distant land!

奴隸販子拉著她的手,
把她拉出了門口,
帶她去隔山隔海的異鄉,
當他的奴隸和姘頭!