Chapter I: Front Matter

CONNECTICUT

WIDE-AWAKE

SONGSTER.

EDITED BY
JOHN W. HUTCHINSON,
OF THE HUTCHINSON FAMILY OF SINGERS;

ASSISTED BY
BENJAMIN JEPSON.

“Lincoln and Liberty.”

NEW YORK:
O. HUTCHINSON, PUBLISHER,
272 GREENWICH STREET.
1860.

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CONNECTICUT

WIDE-AWAKE

SONGSTER.

EDITED BY
JOHN W. HUTCHINSON,
OF THE HUTCHINSON FAMILY OF SINGERS;

ASSISTED BY
BENJAMIN JEPSON.

“Lincoln and Liberty.”

NEW YORK:
O. HUTCHINSON, PUBLISHER,
272 GREENWICH STREET.
1860.

Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1860, by

JOHN W. HUTCHINSON,

In the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for
the Southern District of New York.

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Contents.

PAGE

The Republican Platform 5
Lincoln and Victory 9
Strike for the Right 10
Hurrah Chorus 11
Hurrah for Abe Lincoln 12
Lincoln and Liberty 14
The People’s Nominee 15
Flag of the Brave 17
Come On! 18
Abe of Illinois 19
Our Country’s Call 20
The Grand Rally 21
Lincoln Going to Washington 22
For Freedom and Reform 24
Lincoln and Hamlin 25
Campaign Song 26
Ridden by the Slave Power 27
“Vive La Honest Abe” 29
The Gathering of the Republican Army 30
Lincoln’s Nomination 31
Freedom’s Call 32
Hope for the Slave 33
Freemen Win when Lincoln Leads 34
Uncle Sam’s Farm 35
Song of Freedom 37
The “Neb-Rascality.” 38
Free Soil Chorus 40
The Bay State Hurrah 42
For Liberty 43
Voice of Freedom 44
The Cause of Liberty 45
Lincoln, the Pride of the Nation 46
Rallying Song 47
Abe Lincoln is the Man 48
The Fate of a Fowler 49
Rallying Song of Rocky Mountain Club 51
The Liberty Army 52
Have You Heard the Loud Alarm? 53
Hark! ye Freemen 55
From Bad to Worse 56
The March of the Free 57
Our Flag is There 58
Lincoln and Victory 59
“Wide Awake” 61
We’ll Send Buchanan Home 62
Rallying Song 64
Lincoln 65
Song 66
Campaign Song 68
Freemen, Banish All Your Fears 69
“Wide-Awake Club” Song 70
A Jolly Good Crew We’ll Have 71

THE

REPUBLICAN PLATFORM.

_Resolved_, That we, the delegated representatives of the Republican electors of the United States, in convention assembled, in the discharge of the duty we owe to our constituents and our country, unite in the following declarations:

_First_—That the history of the nation, during the last four years, has fully established the propriety and necessity of the organization and perpetuation of the Republican party, and that the causes which called it into existence are permanent in their nature, and now, more than ever before, demand its peaceful and constitutional triumph.

_Second_—That the maintenance of the principles promulgated in the Declaration of Independence, and embodied in our federal Constitution, is essential to the preservation of our Republican institutions, and that the federal Constitution, the rights of the States, and the Union of the States must and shall be preserved.

_Third_—That to the Union of the States this nation owes its unprecedented increase in population; its surprising development of material resources; its rapid augmentation of wealth; its happiness at home and its honor abroad, and we hold in abhorrence all schemes for disunion, come from whatever source they may; and we congratulate the country that no Republican member of Congress has uttered or countenanced a threat of disunion, so often made by Democratic members of Congress, without rebuke and with applause from their political associates; and we denounce those threats of disunion, in case of a popular overthrow of their ascendancy, as denying the vital principles of a free government, and as an avowal of contemplated treason, which it is the imperative duty of an indignant people strongly to rebuke and forever silence.

_Fourth_—That the maintenance inviolate of the rights of the States, and especially the right of each State to order and control its own domestic institutions, according to its own judgment exclusively, is essential to that balance of power on which the perfection and endurance of our political faith depend, and we denounce the lawless invasion by armed force of any state or territory, no matter under what pretext, as among the gravest of crimes.

_Fifth_—That the present Democratic administration has far exceeded our worst apprehensions, in its measureless subserviency to the exactions of a sectional interest, as is especially evident in its desperate exertions to force the infamous Lecompton Constitution upon the protesting people of Kansas—in construing the personal relation between master and servant, to involve an unqualified property in persons—in its attempted enforcement everywhere, on land and sea, through the intervention of Congress and the federal courts, of the extreme pretensions of a purely local interest, and in its general and unvarying abuse of the power intrusted to it by a confiding people.

_Sixth_—That the people justly view with alarm the reckless extravagance which pervades every department of the federal government; that a return to rigid economy and accountability is indispensable to arrest the system of plunder of the public treasury by favored partisans; while the recent startling developments of fraud and corruption at the federal metropolis show that an entire change of administration is imperatively demanded.

_Seventh_—That the new dogma that the constitution of its own force carries slavery into any or all the territories of the United States, is a dangerous political heresy, at variance with the explicit provisions of that instrument itself, with contemporaneous exposition, and with legislative and judicial precedent, is revolutionary in its tendency, and subversive of the peace and harmony of the country.

_Eighth_—That the normal condition of all the territory of the United States is that of freedom; that as our republican fathers, when they had abolished slavery in all our national territory, ordained that no person should be deprived of life, liberty, or property without due process of law, it becomes our duty, by legislation, whenever legislation is necessary, to maintain this provision of the constitution against all attempts to violate it; and we deny the authority of Congress, of a territorial legislature, or of any individuals, to give legal existence to slavery in any territory of the United States.

_Ninth_—That we brand the recent reopening of the African slave trade, under the cover of our national flag, aided by perversions of judicial power, as a crime against humanity, a burning shame to our country and age, and we call upon Congress to take prompt and efficient measures for the total and final suppression of that execrable traffic.

_Tenth_—That in the recent vetoes by their federal governors of the acts of the Legislature of Kansas and Nebraska, prohibiting slavery in those territories, we find a practical illustration of the boasted Democratic principle of non-intervention and popular sovereignty, embodied in the Kansas and Nebraska bill, and a denunciation of the deception and fraud involved therein.

_Eleventh_—That Kansas should of right be immediately admitted as a State under the constitution recently formed and adopted by her people, and accepted by the House of Representatives.

_Twelfth_—That while providing revenue for the support of the general government, by duties upon imposts, sound policy requires such an adjustment of these imposts as to encourage the development of the industrial interest of the whole country, and we commend that policy of national exchanges which secures to the workingmen liberal wages, to agriculture remunerating prices, to mechanics and manufacturers an adequate reward for their skill, labor, and enterprise, and to the nation commercial prosperity and independence.

_Thirteenth_—That we protest against any sale or alienation to others of the public lands held by actual settlers, and against any view of the free homestead policy, which regards the settlers as paupers or supplicants for public bounty, and we demand the passage by Congress of the complete and satisfactory homestead measure, which has already passed the house.

_Fourteenth_—That the National Republican party is opposed to any change in our naturalization laws, or any State legislation by which the rights of citizenship, hitherto accorded to immigrants from foreign lands shall be abridged or impaired; and in favor of giving a full and efficient protection to the rights of all classes of citizens, whether native or naturalized, both at home or abroad.

_Fifteenth_—That appropriations by Congress for river and harbor improvements of a national character, required for the accommodation and security of an existing commerce, are authorized by the constitution, and justified by an obligation of the government to protect the lives and property of its citizens.

_Sixteenth_—That a railroad to the Pacific Ocean is imperatively demanded by the interests of the whole country; that the federal government ought to render immediate and efficient aid in its construction, and that, as preliminary thereto, a daily overland mail should be promptly established.

_Seventeenth_—Finally, having thus set forth our distinctive principles and views, we invite the co-operation of all citizens, however differing on other questions, who substantially agree with us in their affirmance and support.

CONNECTICUT WIDE-AWAKE SONGSTER.

LINCOLN AND VICTORY.

BY W. SCOTT.

ARISE, arise, Republicans!
And bear the banner of the free
To where the star of empire lights
Us on to victory.
Then let the watch-word be
Lincoln and Victory!
Sound it from sea to sea,
Lincoln and Victory!

Arise, arise, Republicans!
And sweep the prairies of the West,
The teeming hill-sides of the East,
For Lincoln of the West.
Then let the watch-word be, etc.

Arise, arise, Republicans!
Our leader is an honest man;
We’ll follow on through good or ill—
For Lincoln leads the van.
Then let the watch-word be, etc.

STRIKE FOR THE RIGHT.

ONCE more to the combat with rekindled zeal,
Our flag to the breeze, and our hands to the steel!
We strike for the right, and we ask no delay,
We’re ready and eager to rush to the fray.
Strike for the right, men, strike for the right!
Close up your ranks, men, show them your might!
Rulers may tremble, and power may quail;
We strike for the right, and the right shall prevail.

Our forests and lakes, from Wisconsin to Maine,
Send out their brave sons to the conflict again;
While mountain and prairie with camp-fires aglow,
Re-echo the war-cry and welcome the blow.
Strike for the right, etc.

The trumpets are sounding, the battle’s begun,
There’s danger to face, and there’s work to be done:
The timid and sluggard may shrink from the fray,
The glory compensates our struggles to-day.
Strike for the right, etc.

Already their peril is felt by our foes,
Already they falter and shrink from our blows
The shout of our comrades rings thrilling and clear:
The victory’s certain, the victory’s near.
Strike for the right, etc.

A cheer for our leaders, the twin-hearted braves!
A cheer for the banner that over us waves!
With Lincoln and Hamlin we’ve nothing to fear:
The victory’s certain, the victory’s near.
Strike for the right, etc.

HURRAH CHORUS.

FOR Lincoln now we sing our lay,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
For he’s the man, say what you may,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
Now Illinois has one great son,
Who over the course swift will run.
He is the man, an honest one,
Oh, he’s the man for me.

Old Abe can maul, or he can thrash,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
He’ll give it to your Loco trash,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
Your two-faced man is naught to him,
E’en now his prospects are all dim,
Abe is the man, an honest man,
He is the man for me.

Abe is not rich in worldly goods,
Oh no, oh no, oh no!
But in his thoughts, his works, his words,
He’s true, he’s true, he’s true.
’Tis he who loves his wife and friends,
And o’er his duty daily bends.
He is the man, an honest man,
He is the man for me.

Upon the Eagle he shall ride,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
And of our nation be the pride,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
While Douglas shall remain below,
And his own horn still have to blow.
Abe is the man, an honest man,
He is the man for me.

HURRAH FOR ABE LINCOLN!

_Tune_—“Boatman Dance.”

HURRAH! hurrah! did you hear the news?
The Democrats have got the blues;
They’re puzzled now, and all afraid,
Because we’ve nominated Abe.
Then shout, freemen, shout!
Shout, freemen, shout!
We’ll all unite
And bravely fight
For the Star of Freedom’s dawning.
Hi! ho! we’ll put them through,
Split their rails, and haul them too;
Hi! ho! we’ll put them through,
Split their rails, and haul them too.

In all their ranks they can not find
A candidate to suit their mind;
They kick and squirm, but ’tis no use,
Their game is up, their platform’s loose.
Then shout, freemen, shout!
Shout, freemen, shout!
We’ll all unite
And bravely fight
For the Star of Freedom’s dawning.
Hi! ho! etc.

They know that they will lose the day
If they take up with _Stephen A._;
And so to add to their humbug swell,
I think they’d better take up _Bell_.
Then shout, freemen, shout!
Shout, freemen, shout!
We’ll all unite
And bravely fight
For the Star of Freedom’s dawning.
Hi! ho! etc.

I hear they’ve bought an old steam-tug,
On which to place poor little DUG;
For President too late they’ve found
His coat tail comes too near the ground.
Then shout, freemen, shout!
Shout, freemen, shout!
We’ll all unite
And bravely fight
For the Star of Freedom’s dawning.
Hi! ho! etc.

We’ll give them HAM enough this fall,
To satisfy them one and all;
Served up in style quite neat and plain,
Just imported from _Old Maine_.
Then shout, freemen, shout!
Shout, freemen, shout!
We’ll all unite
And bravely fight
For the Star of Freedom’s dawning.
Hi! ho! etc.

Hurrah! hurrah! we are sure to win,
And the way we’ll beat will be a sin;
The coming year’s impending blast
Will show them they have crowed their last.
Then shout, freemen, shout!
Shout, freemen, shout!
We’ll all unite
And bravely fight
For the Star of Freedom’s dawning.
Hi! ho! we’ll put them through,
Split their rails, and haul them too;
Hi! ho! we’ll put them through,
Split their rails, and haul them too.

LINCOLN AND LIBERTY.

_Air_—“Rosin the Bow.”

HURRAH for the choice of the nation!
Our chieftain so brave and so true;
We’ll go for the great Reformation—
For Lincoln and Liberty too!

With the East and the West linked together,
Our candidates never can fail,
For the weight of a slave a’nt a feather
When freemen get into the scale.

For “Protection” the party will rally,
“Free homes for the homeless” as well,
Then we’ll hear every mountain and valley
Ring forth to “Free Trade” its death-knell.

Then up with our banner so glorious,
The star-spangled red-white-and-blue,
We’ll fight till our flag is victorious,
For Lincoln and Liberty too!

THE PEOPLE’S NOMINEE.

BY KARL KRITON.

_Air_—“Nelly Bly.”

REPUBLICANS! with peerless might,
Proudly lead the van!
Strike for freedom! strike for right!
“Old Abe’s” an honest man.
He, a noble President,
The ship of state shall guide;
While o’er a nation’s senators,
Hamlin shall preside.
Hi! Lincoln! ho! Lincoln!
An honest man for me;
I’ll sing for you—I’ll shout for you—
The People’s nominee.

Once we had a compromise,
A check to Slavery’s wrong;
Douglas crushed the golden prize,
To help himself along.
Then the North, and then the West,
Arose with giant power;
Pierce succumbed to the South’s behest,
But Douglas had to cower.
Hi! Douglas! sly Douglas!
A senator would be;
So he tried the “Squatter dodge,”
And went for Kansas free.

Democrats, (or “office rats,”)
Met to nominate;
“Fire-eaters” came, all aflame,
To sever State from State;
Their slave-code, (_and Covode_,)
Caused the “Softs” to quake;
The “Little Giant,” now defiant,
No slave-code would take.
Oh! alas! beef is scarce!
To the North they go:
See once more, at Baltimore,
Our _united_ foe!

But the People met _en masse_,
In the boundless West;
Of Freedom’s sons a noble class!
Some loved Seward best;
Chase, McLean, and Bates, I ween,
Are worthy such a call;
“Old honest Abe’s” the People’s choice,
And we’ll roll on the ball.
Hi! Lincoln! ho! Lincoln!
President shall be;
One and all, roll on the ball,
For the People’s nominee.

No missile sent, with ill intent,
Across the Ohio River;
The South’s dark crime, in God’s own time,
She’ll wipe away forever.
Yet here we stand, proud Freedom’s band,
No compromise with wrong;
For truth and right we’ll bravely fight,
Be this our battle-song—
Hi! Lincoln! brave Lincoln!
President shall be;
We’ll one and all _vote_ this Fall
For the People’s nominee.

FLAG OF THE BRAVE.

REPUBLICANS, list to the shouting
Of armies of freemen afar;
They come from each valley and mountain,
To gather their ranks for the war;
That shout is the watch-word of freemen,
Their banner is borne by the brave;
On its folds behold Lincoln and Hamlin,
The Union—they’re able to save.
Huzza, then, for Lincoln and Hamlin,
Let the Banner of Liberty wave;
With Lincoln and Hamlin, our bosoms
Will beat to the march of the brave.

Come North and come South all together,
If shoulder to shoulder we stand,
The Flag of our Country forever
Will wave o’er our prosperous land;
No foreign aggressor can fright us,
Our colors still proudly shall wave;
With Lincoln and Hamlin to lead us,
We’ll stand by the Flag of the Brave.
Huzza, then, etc.

Away, then, ye carpers and croakers,
Away with your snarling and spite;
The bright sun of Freedom is rising,
Illuming political night.
In the East see its radiance glowing
And gilding the earth with its rays;
See Falsehood and Ignorance flying
Like owls from its glorious blaze.
Huzza, then, etc.

COME ON!

BY GEO. S. BURLEIGH.

HO! hearts of Freemen, true and brave,
With honest ardor beating,
A nation, robbed by every knave,
Calls on us now to help and save—
To snatch her glory from its grave,
And looks for no retreating;
March to the music, boys!
Freedom forever!
Victory waits for our
Earnest endeavor!

The day of final doom has come
To Slavery’s dark aggression,
And gathering like a whirlwind’s hum,
A People’s voice for trump and drum,
We’ll charge the swooping Dragon home,
The red fiend of Oppression!
March! etc.

Free hands shall till that virgin soil—
The sunset’s blooming neighbor;
And there, where simple freemen toil,
Beyond the slave-mart’s bloody moil,
No chain shall clank, nor whip shall coil,
On limbs of honest labor!
March! etc.

Avaunt the coward’s cringing plea,
The dread of “Dissolution;”
Our free soil _ever shall be free_,
And threatful braggarts soon may see
Their Treason’s Harvest-Home shall be
To reap their own confusion!
March! etc.

Then rally! rally! True and Brave,
Come on for God and Freedom!
Before eternal justice wave,
From heaven the crime-avenging glaive,
And Ruin howl above our grave
As over ancient Edom!
March to the music, boys,
Freedom forever!
Victory waits for our
Earnest endeavor!

ABE OF ILLINOIS.

FROM many a freeman’s home and hearth
There comes a shout of joy,
(Who loves a soul of genuine worth,)
For Abe, of Illinois.

No servile politician he—
“True gold, without alloy;”
Unanimous our vote will be
For Abe, of Illinois.

No! not for party—not for spoil
Will he his gift[A] employ,
But for his country’s good will toil,
“Old Abe,” of Illinois.

Our hero once was short of pence,
An humble farmer’s boy,
We _know_ he’ll teach us how to “Fence—”
“Old Abe,” of Illinois.

To fence the Union all around
He’ll work—_he will not toy_;
The cause is earnest and profound,
For Abe, of Illinois.

[A] The highest gift of the Nation—the office of President.

OUR COUNTRY’S CALL.

_Tune_—“Hail, Columbia.”

AWAKE! ye sons of freedom, rise!
Can ye not hear your country’s cries?
Were ye but told that foes invade,
That rifles flash and deadly blade
Seek to destroy her glorious peace,
How swift your arms to bring release!

Strengthen your arms! lest dangers come
More fearful than the victim’s doom;
Lest faction riot through our land,
Lest brother, slain by brother’s hand,
Calls loud to Heaven for vengeance on
This happiest nation ’neath the sun.

Shall this, our land so gifted, be
Cramped by a section’s tyranny?
Shall North, or South, or East, or West,
Claim despotism o’er the rest?
Nay, let us now and ever be
Joined in fond equality.

Our fathers fought for liberty,
They bled and died, and now shall we
Deny to others what they gave
To us, their children, from the grave?
Can we still cherish Slavery,
And call our country still, “The Free?”

Then, onward! patriots, _poll_-ward, on!
Till your glorious cause be won,
On! for right and liberty,
On! for just equality,
On! and let the watchword be,
“Lincoln! Hamlin! Victory!”

THE GRAND RALLY.

FROM hilltop, from valley, from mountain, from plain,
Come, Freemen, assemble, assemble;
The glad shout of Freedom send forth like a flame,
At its sound shall fell Tyranny tremble.
From woodland and heather,
Come gather, come gather,
And unfurl the bright flag of Freedom forever.
’Tis the province of thee,
Being sons of the Free,
To combat with tyrants, ’tis Freedom’s decree:

From the forge, from the mines, from the anvil we call
Working-men, sons of toil! ’tis thy right
To combat with those who would labor enthrall,
And be foremost of all in the fight;
From workshops and fields,
Come, Labor, reveal
Honest faces which oil, smoke, and dust can’t conceal,
Make every sledge that you sling
On the firm anvil ring
The bold song of Freedom that Labor is King.

For liberty, “Lincoln,” for “Hamlin,” our cause,
And a free public domain, we fight;
A free Constitution, correct honest Laws,
Elevation of labor and right.
We swear in our might,
On this spot to unite,
For “Free Soil” in our natures we love it;
The public domain shall be
As unpledged and free
As the eagle that hovers above it.

LINCOLN GOING TO WASHINGTON.

BY S. C. M.

_Air_—“Jimmy, Crack Corn.”

ABE LINCOLN is our pioneer;
He’s split the rails, the ship he’ll steer,
And he will cut a pathway clear
From Illinois to Washington.

The sounding thunder of his blows
From Maine to California goes,
And echoing o’er all States, it flows
From Illinois to Washington.

He’ll steady guide the Ship of State,
While Hamlin _brave_ will be first-mate—
Sham Democrats must meet their fate:
His path is clear to Washington.

Inspired with victory for the right,
We’ll break the oppressor’s yoke with might,
And Slavery’s crew we’ll put to flight,
When Lincoln goes to Washington.

Our Territory shall be free,
Slavery’s curse, with hades’ glee,
Shall stain no soil of liberty
When Lincoln goes to Washington.

A “Tariff” too we’ll have, we will,
A “Homestead Bill,” with domicil,
Free land for all, that all may till,
When Lincoln goes to Washington.

We’ll wrest the wrong from power and place;
We’ll give their rights to _all_ the race,
And stop official theft with grace,
When Lincoln goes to Washington.

Convention _one_—Convention _two_!
Happy pair, in fragments flew;
And Bell may think he’ll go straight through
But _Lincoln_ goes to Washington.

FOR FREEDOM AND REFORM.

BY F. A. B. SIMKINS.

_Air_—“We are a Band of Freemen.”

HO! ye men of every station,
Join with us for Reformation,
And for Freedom for the Nation—
We’re for Freedom and Reform.
We’re a band of freemen,
We’re a band of freemen,
We’re a band of freemen,
We’re for Freedom and Reform.

On the “sacred side” forever,
We’ll sustain “oppression” never,
But we’ll fight for “justice” ever—
We’re for Freedom and Reform.

We’ll dry up disunion screechers,
And wipe out the slave-code teachers,
And cashier the slave-trade preachers—
We’re for Freedom and Reform.

We will oust the treasury robbers,
And the host of hireling fobbers,
And the horde of “live-oak jobbers”—
We’re for Freedom and Reform.

With “Old Abe” to go before us,
And the flag of Freedom o’er us,
We will shout the sounding chorus—
We’re for Freedom and Reform.

LINCOLN AND HAMLIN.

A CAMPAIGN SONG BY A VETERAN.

The following Campaign Song was written by Samuel Copp, Esq., aged 75 years, for the “Lincoln and Hamlin Club” of Stonington, Conn., a place rendered memorable by the gallant repulse of a naval attack by the British, on the 9th, 10th, 11th, and 12th of Aug., 1814, in which four days’ contest Mr. Copp took a part. The original song is furnished to us by the author’s friend, Samuel C. Brewster, Esq.:

WHAT mean the joyful shouts that ring
So gladly through the air?
A better day is opening—
A day all bright and fair!

Lincoln and Hamlin, wise and great,
Our star-lit standard bear
Triumphant to the helm of State,
And these their heralds are.

They rise, from hamlet, city, town,
From high-souled men and free,
Who shout aloud as they strike down
Misrule’s dark tyranny!

From Bunker’s Hill and Lexington,
Hark! how the anthems rise;
From Groton’s heights and Stonington
Their echoes reach the skies!

They roll from the Atlantic shore,
O’er mountain, plain, and glen,
To where the vast Pacific’s roar
Proclaims the loud Amen!

From where Superior rolls her flood,
From where Saint Lawrence flows,
They peal along, o’er dale and wood,
To where the orange grows.

These shouts go up from men of might,
Of heart and principle;
Sure conquerors in a righteous fight,
_Truth_ is invincible!

Lincoln and Hamlin!—honest, great—
The spangled banner bear
In triumph to the helm of State!
We _hail_ their entrance there!

CAMPAIGN SONG.

_Air_—“Hail to the Chief.”

FREEMEN, the day of your triumph is dawning,
Shake out the folds of your banner once more
Join in the anthem that heralds the morning;
See! the long night of oppression is o’er.
Hark! from our native hills
Comes there a shout that thrills
Liberty’s temple from portal to dome.
Glory to God on high!
Union with Liberty,
Finds in the hearts of our people a home.

Burnish your armors like heroes in story,
Sound the loud tocsin that calls to the war;
Freedom enthroned in the land of her glory
Bids you march on by the light of her star.
Let the wild echo sweep
Back from each mountain steep.
Brave old Columbia joins in the fray,
While with united voice
Liberty’s sons rejoice
In the proud triumph that waits them to-day.

Then shall our country’s name shine through the ages,
Bravely redeemed by the _men_ of her soil;
Then shall the birthplace of heroes and sages
Honor the brawny-armed servants of toil.
Rally, young hearts and brave,
Let your broad banner wave
Over the nation from inland to sea.
Hasten the coming time,
When every land and clime
Breaking their shackles shall march with the free.
R. M. N.

RIDDEN BY THE SLAVE POWER.

WRITTEN BY GEORGE W. PUTNAM.

_Tune_—“Benney Haven.”

RIDDEN by the slave power,
Crushed beneath the chain,
Now is come our rising hour,
Lo! we’re up again.
And voices from the mountain height,
Voices from the vale,
Say to Freedom’s fearless host,
There’s no such word as fail,
There’s no such word as fail,
Say to Freedom’s fearless host,
There’s no such word as fail.

Ay! we’re up to hurl the fiend
From off the tyrant throne;
To strike for man a mightier blow
Than earth has ever known;
To drag your code of whips and gyves
Up to the light of day,
And wash from our escutcheon’s front
The bloody stain away,
The bloody stain away,
And wash from our escutcheon’s front
The bloody stain away.

Free to speak the burning truth,
All fetterless the hand,
Never shall the Yankee’s brow
Bear the cursed brand.
Send the gathering freemen’s shout
Booming on the gale;
Omnipotence is for us,
There’s no such word as fail,
There’s no such word as fail,
Omnipotence is for us,
There’s no such word as fail.

They’re gathering on the mountain,
They’re gathering on the plain,
And ’neath the tramp of Freedom’s host
The broad earth shakes again.
And this their glorious rallying cry,
Whose firm hearts never quail:
God and the people! on for right,
There’s no such word as fail,
There’s no such word as fail,
God and the people! on for right,
There’s no such word as fail.

“VIVE LA HONEST ABE.”

A WIDE-AWAKE RALLYING SONG.

BY C. L. RUSSELL.

_Air_—“Vive la Companie.”

REPUBLICANS, rally, our Union defend,
Vive la “Honest Abe!”
For the reign of “King James” must soon come to an end,
Vive la “Honest Abe!”
Then up, boys, wide awake, rally “Wide Awakes,”
Up, boys, wide awake, rally “Wide Awakes,”
One, two, three—hip, hip, hurrah!
Vive la “Honest Abe!”

If the signs of the times we rightly can trace,
Vive la “Honest Abe!”
“Honest Abe” is the man we shall put in his place,
Vive la “Honest Abe!”
Then up, boys, etc.

He’s been taken in hand by one Doctor “Covode,”
Vive la “Honest Abe!”
And he’s putting J. B. over a very rough road,
Vive la “Honest Abe!”
Then up, boys, etc.

His Cooks and his Fowlers show up rather bad,
Vive la “Honest Abe!”
But how much per-centage has old Jimmy had?
Vive la “Honest Abe!”
Then up, boys, etc.

There’s but one course for “Buck”—let him come to the scratch—
Vive la “Honest Abe!”
Try the _Japanese process_ called “happy dispatch,”
Vive la “Honest Abe!”
Then up, boys, etc.

From all places of trust the Locos we’ll rout,
Vive la “Honest Abe!”
On Lincoln’s good _rails_ we will ride them all out,
Vive la “Honest Abe!”
Then up, boys, etc.

“Honest Abe” shall take charge of the “Old Union Ship,”
Vive la “Honest Abe!”
Send Doug., Bell, and Breck. on a “Salt River trip,”
Vive la “Honest Abe!”
Then up, boys, etc.

Then rally, boys, rally, for “Abe of the West,”
Vive la “Honest Abe!”
He’s a champion of freedom the truest and best,
Vive la “Honest Abe!”
Then up, boys, etc.

THE GATHERING OF THE REPUBLICAN ARMY.

_Air_—“Vilikins and his Dinah.”

THE Republican hosts they are mustering strong,
Come, gallants, and help swell this gathering throng;
Old soldiers, your country demands that again
You shall show to all tyrants the power of _free men_.
Then up, sons of Freedom! Once more to the charge;
Let your war-cry be “_Freedom!_” and no “Squatter” dodge;
And loud let us shout o’er hill, mountain, and plain,
Choose “honest Abe Lincoln,” and Hamlin of Maine.

The ranks of our foes by dissensions are torn;
Their leaders are doubtful, their hopes are forlorn;
For they know well, no matter what efforts are made,
They will surely be beaten by “honest old Abe.”
Then up, sons of Freedom, etc.

Their once honored captain, Buchanan the first,
Is now by their army most utterly cursed.
On this single point they entirely agree,
That of all their mean leaders the meanest is he.
Then up, sons of Freedom, etc.

Then forward, brave comrades! the battle is near;
Our friends are exultant, our enemies fear;
Their troops from the charge of our squadrons shall fly,
To rally no more at their old leader’s cry.
Then up, sons of Freedom, etc.

LINCOLN’S NOMINATION.

BY K. A. M.

_Air_—“Yankee Doodle.”

AROUSE! my honest countrymen,
Throughout this mighty nation,
And let us give three hearty cheers
For Lincoln’s nomination.

Brave Hamlin, too, is qualified
To fill the highest station;
With “Abe” to steer, _we’ll man_ the Ship,
The next Administration.

The Democrats are looking on
With dread anticipation,
And at us hurl anathemas
Of fierce vituperation.

Their broken ranks they wish to fill,
No matter from what nation;
We hear them say, “Good fellow, Pat—
You’ll have a situation.”

But when election day is past,
In vain you’ll search creation
To find the friend that promised Pat
Such great remuneration.

Republicans, then hoist the flag—
“No Slavery extension,”
And plant it on our Capitol,
In Abe’s administration.

FREEDOM’S CALL.

OH! wake to the sound of our Nation’s appeal!
’Tis the loud voice of Freedom that calls!
Shall her sons fall asleep with the rust on their steel,
Shall the quick pulse of life no emotion reveal,
While the slave-driver reigns in our Halls?

’Tis the voice of the brave who at Lexington bled,
That calls on their sons to be brave!
’Tis the blood of our brethren at Leavenworth shed,
’Tis the life-stream that flowed from our Senator’s head,
When our Sumner was beat’n as a slave.

Shall the nation that gave to great Washington birth,
And exults in the sound of his name,
Shall the Freemen who boast of their valor and worth,
Be the sport and the mock of a slaveholder’s mirth,
When he gives Bunker Hill to the shame?

No! a fame more exalted our Country awaits,
While we honor the chief of our choice!
Brave Lincoln shall stand at fair Liberty’s gate,
And beat back the sword of the insolent fates,
And the hearts of the Free shall rejoice!

His crown with the gems of our love we impearl!
To his worth and his valor we bow;
O’er his head the proud Flag of the Free we unfurl,
And a garland of glory shall gracefully curl
In a wreath to adorn his fair brow;

Then our land shall repose in the glorious light
Of her fame and her liberty won!
The Genius of Freedom shall stand on her height,
And wave back the tempest of discord and night,
With the clouds that obscure our bright sun.

HOPE FOR THE SLAVE.

BY J. J. H.

_Tune_—“Ellen Bayne.”

MILLIONS lie bleeding on the Southern plains,
Tyrants, unheeding, bind on their chains;
Moaning in sorrow, toiling in their pain,
Sighing for Liberty, but sighing in vain.
Onward, then, true hearts and brave,
Forge no chains for other slaves;
Brothers, we our land must save
From tyrants and chains.

See the helpless mother, on the auction-block,
Shrieking for her children! Hear the tyrants mock!
See them torn asunder, ne’er to meet again!
Gone to the rice-swamps—dragging their chains.
Onward, etc.

The War-cry is sounding on our Northern hills,
Free hearts are bounding—Liberty yet thrills.
Screams our wild Eagle, soaring to the sky,
God sent him here to live—our bird shall not die.
Onward, etc.

FREEMEN WIN WHEN LINCOLN LEADS,

_Air_—“Lutzow’s Wild Hunt.”

OH, tell me, what spirit sweeps over the land,
Uniting and rousing our numbers?
And why does the North in full panoply stand,
Like a giant aroused from long slumbers—
Like a giant aroused from long slumbers?
’Twas a cry for aid that o’er us swept,
They were murdering Kansas while we slept.

But the North will not always submit to a wrong;
Once roused from her sleep, she ne’er falters.
To Kansas, despite the whole South, shall belong
Free soil, and free speech, and free altars—
Free soil, and free speech, and free altars.
The cry of Freedom each free man heeds,
And our cause must win, for Lincoln leads.

UNCLE SAM’S FARM.

BY JESSE.

The bill! the bill! how my heart will thrill
At the passage of the People’s Homestead Bill!

OF all the mighty nations in the East or in the West,
The glorious Yankee nation is the greatest and the best;
We have room for all creation, and our banner is unfurled,
With a general invitation to the people of the world.
Then come along, come along, make no delay,
Come from every nation, come from every way;
Our lands they are broad enough, don’t feel alarm,
For Uncle Sam is rich enough to give us all a farm.

St. Lawrence is our Northern line, far’s her waters flow,
And the Rio Grande our Southern bound, way down in Mexico;
While from the Atlantic Ocean, where the sun begins to dawn,
We’ll cross the Rocky Mountains far away to Oregon.
Then come along, etc.

While the South shall raise the cotton, and the West the corn and pork,
New England manufactures shall do up the finer work;
For the deep and flowing water-falls that course along our hills,
Are just the thing for washing sheep and driving cotton mills.
Then come along, etc.

Our fathers gave us liberty, but little did they dream
The grand results to follow in this mighty age of steam;
Our mountains, lakes, and rivers are now in a blaze of fire,
While we send the news by lightning on the Telegraphic wire.
Then come along, etc.

While Europe’s in commotion, and her monarchs in a fret,
We’re teaching them a lesson which they never can forget;
And this they fast are learning, Uncle Sam is not a fool,
For the people do their voting, and the children go to school.
Then come along, etc.

The brave in every nation are joining heart and hand,
And flocking to America, the real promised land;
And Uncle Sam stands ready with a child upon each arm,
To give them all a welcome to a lot upon his farm.
Then come along, etc.

A welcome, warm and hearty, do we give the sons of toil,
To come to the West and settle and labor on Free Soil;
We’ve room enough and land enough, they needn’t feel alarmed—
Oh! come to the land of Freedom and vote yourself a farm.
Then come along, etc.

Yes! we’re bound to lead the nations, for our motto’s “_Go Ahead_,”
And we’ll carry out the principles for which our fathers bled;
No monopoly of Kings and Queens, but this is the Yankee plan,
Free Trade to Emigration and Protection unto man.
Then come along, etc.

We’ve a glorious Declaration to protect us in our rights,
An instrument of Freedom, for the blacks as well as whites,
And the day is surely coming when Liberty’s bright sun
Shall shine with noonday splendor in the land of Washington.
Then come along, etc.

SONG OF FREEDOM.

YE who dwell in quiet hamlets,
Ye who crowd the busy ways—
All who love this great Republic
In these dark, imperiled days,
Does your Freedom never seem
Like the beauty of a dream?

Must the lightning’s flash and thunder
On our slumber glare and break,
Ere from false and fleeting visions
We to real danger wake?
Must the earthquake’s heavy tread
Crush us sleepers with the dead?

Hear ye not succeeding ages,
From their cloudy distance cry?
See ye not the hands of nations
Lifted toward the threat’ning sky?
_Now or never_, rise and gain
Freedom for this fair domain!

We have vanquished foreign tyrants—
Now the battle draws anear;
Let not Despots have this boasting,
That a Freeman knows to fear;
By your Fathers’ patriot graves,
Rise! nor be forever slaves!

Speak! ye orators of Freemen,
Let your thunder shake these plains;
Write! ye editors of Freedom,
Let your lightning rive these chains;
Up! ye sons of Pilgrims, rise!
Strike for Freedom, or she dies;

Give this land to future ages
_Free_, as God has made it free;
Swear that not another acre
Shall be cursed with Slavery;
Strike for Freedom and for right,
God himself is Freedom’s might.

THE “NEB-RASCALITY.”

AS SUNG BY THE HUTCHINSON FAMILY.