Chapter VII: Air—“Scots Wha’ Ha’ Wi’ Wallace Bled.”

And now, kind friends, for once and all
Let’s swear upon the altar
Of plighted faith and sacred truth,
To fight and never falter;
That Liberty and Human Rights
Shall be a bright reality,
And we’ll resist with all our might
This monstrous Neb-rascality!

FREE SOIL CHORUS.

BY J. H.

_Tune_—“Auld Lang Syne.”

ALL hail! ye friends of Liberty,
Ye honest sons of toil;
Come, let us raise a shout to-day
For Freedom and Free Soil.
For Freedom and Free Soil, my boys
For Freedom and Free Soil;
Ring out the shout to all about,
For Freedom and Free Soil.

We wage no bloody warfare here,
But gladly would we toil,
To show the South the matchless worth
Of Freedom and Free Soil.
For Freedom, etc.

Nor care we aught for party names,
We ask not for the spoils;
But what we’ll have is Liberty!
For Freedom and Free Soil.
For Freedom, etc.

Too long we’ve dwelt in party strife—
’Tis time to pour in oil;
So here’s a dose for “Uncle Sam”
Of Freedom and Free Soil.
For Freedom, etc.

Our Southern neighbors feel our power,
And gladly would recoil,
But ’tis “_too late_”—the cry’s gone forth
For Freedom and Free Soil.
For Freedom, etc.

Then let opponents do their best
Our spirits to embroil;
No feuds shall e’er divide our ranks
Till victory crowns Free Soil.
For Freedom, etc.

They’ve called us “_sisslers_” long enough—
We now begin to boil,
And ’ere _November_ shall come round,
We’ll cook them up Free Soil.
For Freedom, etc.

Then let us sing God bless the free,
The noble sons of toil,
And let the shout ring all about,
Of Freedom and Free Soil.
For Freedom, etc.

THE BAY STATE HURRAH.

LINCOLN’S the chief to lead the way,
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
The fire by night—the cloud by day,
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
Mailed in truth and strong in hand,
He’ll bring us to the Promised Land.
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

The ship of state, with tattered sail,
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
Is madly driving ’fore the gale,
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
He’ll soon repair her crippled form,
And bring her safely through the storm.
Hurrah! etc.

The sable flag that o’er us waves,
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
Shall float no longer over slaves,
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
From Kansas’ dark and bloody ground,
To California’s farthest bound.
Hurrah! etc.

Free speech LINCOLN will aye defend,
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
And Slavery’s curse he’ll ne’er extend,
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
He goes for Freedom’s holy cause,
For equal rights and equal laws.
Hurrah! etc.

Then let us all, with loud acclaim,
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
Repeat the chorus of a name,
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
A name at which the tyrant quails,
A name which every good man hails—
Lincoln! Lincoln! Lincoln! Lincoln!
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

FOR LIBERTY.

_Air_—“Bruce’s Address.”

FREEMEN! who have suffered long;
Freemen! who have borne the wrong;
Freemen! while ye yet are strong—
Strike for Liberty.

God is with you for the right,
He will nerve your arms with might,
Ye shall conquer in the fight—
Strike for Victory.

Marching in our fathers’ way,
To the music freemen play,
We shall see a glorious day
When the free prevail.

Sacred, holy is our cause,
We maintain the outraged laws,
We sustain dear Freedom’s cause,
We can never fail.

O’er us Freedom’s banners wave,
Borne by leaders true and brave,
Sworn their native land to save
From dread Slavery.

Freemen! who have suffered long;
Freemen! who have borne the wrong;
Freemen! while ye yet are strong—
Strike for Liberty!

VOICE OF FREEDOM.

_Air_—“Auld Lang Syne.”

THE voice of Freedom loudly calls
On all the true and brave,
From Slavery’s destroying hand
Her fair domain to save.

Arise and let my empire stretch
From widening sea to sea,
Her soil forever consecrate
To blessed Liberty.

Her banner is unfolded wide,
Of red and purest white,
Her lofty countenance divine
Shines like her armor bright.

America’s true-hearted sons
Her warriors brave shall be;
Her battle-shout victorious,
Union and Liberty.

Let freemen hasten to her side,
And raise her banner high,
Free speech beneath our domes to have,
Free soil beneath our sky.

Let all our country’s wide area
A land of freedom be,
And let this circled Union cry,
Free Soil and Liberty!

THE CAUSE OF LIBERTY.

_Tune_—“Watchman, Tell us of the Night.”

THE glorious cause is moving on,
The cause once led by Washington!
The cause that made our fathers free,
The cause of glorious Liberty!
Our ranks now swell, our votes now tell,
On Freedom’s cause we love so well!
And Slavery’s power, now waning fast,
In midnight shade will soon be cast.
Then labor, labor, labor still,
Each vote declares a Freeman’s will;
Soon Heaven’s own gift the slave’s will be,
The boon of glorious Liberty.

Tell us no more of Slavery’s power,
’Tis weakness when compared with ours.
’Tis Satan’s power condemned to die,
Freedom is strengthened from on High.
Tyrants now quail, their courage fails;
But ours, inspired by Heaven, prevails.
Thrice armed are we in righteousness,
And this our foes themselves confess.
Then onward, onward, onward still,
See how our ranks with Freemen fill!
Soon o’er the world will all men see
Triumphant glorious liberty.

For years have Freemen bravely stood,
And breasted persecution’s flood;
With justice armed, they’ve kept the field,
No threats or flattery made them yield.
Their flag, so fair, still floats in air;
And mark! next year ’twill still be there,
Inscribed in letters bold and free,
With one great idea, Liberty!
Then sound it, sound it, sound it strong,
_That Freedom’s right, and Slavery’s wrong_.
And soon this truth will all men see,
And vote for glorious Liberty.

LINCOLN, THE PRIDE OF THE NATION.

_Tune_—“The Red, White, and Blue.”

FOR Lincoln, the choice of the nation,
The pride of the fearless and free,
We’ll drink to his health and his station,
Whatever that relation may be.
His heart beats for Freedom remaining
On the soil where our Liberty grew—
For our brethren in Slavery sustaining,
The free flag—the Red, White, and Blue.

There are lands where the millions are yearning
For Freedom from Tyranny’s chain;
For ours let our efforts be turning,
To shield her from Slavery’s stain.
For Lincoln, he stands with devotion,
And swears to the Union he’s true;
And he’ll struggle from ocean to ocean,
To plant there the Red, White, and Blue.

No sectional feuds shall e’er sever
The bands which our forefathers wrought;
The Union forever and ever!
Unsullied, unstained, and unbought
Is the watchword from Lincoln we borrow,
And he stands by his promise so true;
Then who will our leader not follow,
When his flag is the Red, White, and Blue?

Our voices are joined then for Union,
The stars and stripes are above;
Huzza all for Lincoln and Hamlin!
Huzza for the men that we love!
The old Union ship, when well guided,
’Twill be found that the timbers are true;
And soon will the storm have subsided
That threatened the Red, White, and Blue.

RALLYING SONG.

THE war drums are beating;
Prepare for the fight!
The people are gathering
In strength and in might;
Fling out your broad banner
Against the blue sky
With Lincoln and Hamlin
We’ll conquer or die.

The clarion is sounding,
From inland to shore;
Your sword and your lances
Must slumber no more;
The slave-driving minions,
See, see, how they fly!
With Lincoln and Hamlin
We’ll conquer or die.

ABE LINCOLN IS THE MAN.

BY S. C. MILLER.

_Air_—“Dearest May.”

FROM granite hills and mountain walls,
From prairie, wood, and plain,
Fair Freedom’s voice our nation calls
Our freedom to maintain.
Our country calls old Abraham:
Now beat him, if you can;
Abe Lincoln will be President—
_Abe Lincoln is the man_.

Each, gale that sweeps our country through
Is laden with the call;
Old Abe and Hamlin will go through—
Sham Democrats must fall.
Our country calls, etc.

A monument is towering high,
In Baltimore erected,
In memory of _two candidates_
That soon will be rejected.
Our country calls, etc.

The _happy pair_ will run in style—
That “_conflict_” makes them foam;
They’ll have a chance to run awhile,
And then to stay at home.
Our country calls, etc.

_Our_ answer to the call will be,
Abe Lincoln is elected;
He’ll rout Disunion Chivalry,
Already much dejected.
Our country calls, etc.

THE FATE OF A FOWLER.

[Showing how it is best to be off with the Old Love before you are on with the New.]

_Tune_—“Lord Lovel.”

A FOWLER one morning a poaching would go,
“I’m in for a bagful,” quoth he;
So in Uncle Sam’s manor he shot high and low,
And helped himself plentiful-ly, lee, lee,
And helped himself plentiful-ly.

Just then there chanced to be cocking his eye
Uncle Sam’s head-keeper, J. B.,
Who caught the bold Fowler poaching so sly,
All under the greenwood tree, tree, tree,
All under the greenwood tree.

“Oh, what are you doing?” the head-keeper cried,
“You son of a gun!” cried he;
“I’ll have you taken, and bound, and tied,
By the laws of this great countree, ree, ree,
By the laws of this great countree.”

“Hush! hush! not a word!” the Fowler he said,
“You’ll do no such a thing,” said he;
“For out of this game my friends shall be fed,
And you shall be first, d’ye see? see? see?
And you shall be first, d’ye see?”

So a bargain was straightway struck between
The Fowler and sly J. B.,
And many a year, in the forest green,
They feasted right loving-ly, lee, lee,
They feasted right loving-ly.

But after a while the keeper grew old,
“And not so fit is he,”
Said Uncle Sam, “as the Douglas bold,
My forester for to be, be, be,
My forester for to be.”

So the Fowler bethought him to take his game
No longer to ancient J. B.,
And straight to the friends of the Douglas he came,
As they gathered in Charleston cit-y, tee, tee,
As they gathered in Charleston cit-y.

“Ho! ho!” quoth the keeper, “if that’s your way,
My day is not out,” quoth he;
And straight to his master he said his say,
With a semblance of great hones-ty, tee, tee,
With a semblance of great hones-ty.

“A Fowler your manor is poaching upon!”
“Very well, then,” said Samuel, said he:
“Go seize the vile caitiff, Isaiah and John,
And hang him on yonder tree, tree, tree,
And hang him on yonder tree!”

So the Fowler was caught at his poaching at last,
And the moral is plain to see:
Be off with old friendships ere new ones are fast,
And look out for the wrath of J. B., B., B.,
And look out for the wrath of J. B.

RALLYING SONG OF ROCKY MOUNTAIN CLUB.

“FREE TERRITORIES FOR FREE MEN.”

_Tune_—“Koch-e-lunk.”

COME all ye who work like brothers,
Come from store, from shop, from hall,
Pass the watchword to the others,
Don’t you hear our rallying call?
Freedom for our Western prairies,
Freedom to Pacific’s shores,
Freedom gave our land to freemen,
Free it shall be evermore.

Rally once more round the banner,
In the fight be true and strong,
Keeping step with freemen’s music,
With one voice we’ll shout our song—
Freedom, etc.

Let the past be now forgotten,
While sweet Freedom’s foes we rout;
All we ask of each one coming,
Vote for Freedom, work and shout—
Freedom, etc.

Have you heard from old New Hampshire,
How the strikers struck up there;
Dealing deadly blows to Slavery,
Singing in the evening air—
Freedom, etc.

Then Connecticut right nobly
Next sustained the glorious fight,
Conquered all the foes of Freedom,
Shouting till the morning light—
Freedom, etc.

Shall the Empire State be wanting
When the others stand so true?
Then, let each one do his duty,
Work there is, for us and you.
Freedom, etc.

Come, then, Freemen, come and join us,
You who never came before,
All we ask is, vote for Freedom,
Till it reigns from shore to shore.
Freedom, etc.
W. B. H.

THE LIBERTY ARMY.

BY HUTCHINSON.

_Tune_—“Axes to Grind.”

WE’RE coming, we’re coming, the fearless and free!
like the winds of the desert, the waves of the sea!
True sons of brave sires, who battled of yore,
When England’s proud lion ran wild on our shore,
When England’s proud lion ran wild on our shore.
We’re coming, we’re coming, from mountain and glen,
With hearts to do battle for Freedom again,
And Slavery is trembling as trembled before
The oppression which fled from our fathers of yore,
The oppression which fled from our fathers of yore.

We’re coming, we’re coming, with banners unfurled!
Our motto is Freedom—“our country, the World!”
Our watch-word is Liberty—_Tyrants, beware!_
For the Liberty army will bring you despair,
For the Liberty army will bring you despair.
We’re coming, we’re coming, we’ll come from afar,
Our standard we’ll nail to Humanity’s car.
With shouting we’ll raise it, in triumph to wave,
The glory of Freedom, the hope of the Slave,
The glory of Freedom, the hope of the Slave.

Then arouse ye, brave hearts, to the rescue come on!
The man-stealing army we’ll surely put down!
They’re crushing their millions, but soon they must yield,
For Freemen have risen and taken the field,
For Freemen have risen and taken the field.
Then arouse ye! arouse ye! the fearless and free!
Like the winds of the desert, the waves of the sea.
Let our country throughout to each ocean’s shore
Resound with a glorious triumph once more,
Resound with a glorious triumph once more.

HAVE YOU HEARD THE LOUD ALARM?

_Tune_—“Granite State.”

FROM the green hills of New England,
From the Western slopes and prairies,
From the mines of Pennsylvania,
Have you heard the loud alarm?
For the war note has been sounded,
And the Locos stand astounded,
While their rule, in ruin founded,
Sinks before the people’s arm.

Steeped in infamous corruption,
Sold to sugar-cane and cotton,
Lo! a nation’s heart is rotten,
And the vampires suck her blood;
O’er our broad and _free_ dominions
Rules the Cotton king whose minions
Clip our fearless eagle’s pinions,
And invite Oppression’s reign.

We have chosen us a leader,
And with “resolute endeavor”
Let us strike at once—or never,
For the land we love so well;
With a victory before us,
And a stainless banner o’er us,
Let us shout the joyful chorus,
Ringing loud the Freedom bell.

We believe as did the heroes
Of our noble Revolution,
That our noble constitution,
Is the guide to Liberty;
And we go for non-extension,
In the field, as in convention,
And rejoice in the declension
Of the curse of all the free.

With a patriot heart to guide us,
All the _rail_ing accusations,
Honest Abraham occasions,
Greet our ears as pleasant chimes;
For a son of honest labor,
Calling every man his neighbor,
Grasping Freedom’s trenchant saber,
Stands the hero of his times.

Come, then, friends of working-classes—
Every State beneath its banners—
And with shouts and loud hosannahs
Raise the people’s standard high;
Roll along the mighty chorus,
And the reeling foe before us
Never more shall triumph o’er us,
For a brighter day is nigh.

HARK! YE FREEMEN.

BY REV. JAMES CRUIKSHANKS.

_Tune_—“Brace’s Address.”

HARK! ye freemen, hark the strain,
Echoing o’er Columbia’s plain;
Up, and strike with all your main,
Lay the tyrant low.
Banners waving all around,
Beckoning with joyous sound,
Wake convulsions ’neath the ground,
_Burdened with our foe._

Now a hotter contest comes,
Rousing freemen from their homes,
Leaving wives and little ones,
For your country’s cause.
Gird the armor then aright,
Let your words be ordered right,
Battle in this glorious fight,
Guarding Freedom’s laws.

Lincoln, then, our Leader be,
Sturdy hero for the free,
Follow him to victory,
And give him the power.
Slavery’s chains shall soon be broke—
Soon the whip and galling yoke
Shall be moored by Freedom’s _stroke_,
_Then the glorious hour_.

Lincoln, then, shall be the song
Of a free and joyous throng—
He shall wave the scepter long
From the nation’s throne.
We shall labor, toil, and pray
For the dawn of Freedom’s day—
Ceasing not till we can say,
Victory is won!

FROM BAD TO WORSE.

WITH corruption the land is declared to be foul,
And the public has long been a growler;
But what will it say when it learns the sad fact
That corruption has just turned out FOWLER.

THE MARCH OF THE FREE.

BY HON. HORACE GREELEY.

HARK! an earthquake’s deep roar o’er the country is booming,
But no ruin behind it is seen;
With joy each heart swelling, each visage illuming,
Earth brightens where’er it hath been.
The West’s gallant spirits first thrilled to its pealing,
As onward it roll’d to the sea;
Now the North, East, and Center the impulse are feeling,
’Tis the rising and march of the Free!

No portents precede, and no true hearts deplore it,
No bright stars wane dim in the sky;
Misrule’s cohorts faint are alone swept before it,
And quail as its blast hurtles by;
Corruption’s shrunk bands to their caverns are driven;
As chaff in the tempest they flee,
While full on the ear, ’neath the glad smile of heaven,
Break the shouts and the march of the Free!

No banners are lifted, no trumpets are sounding,
As that host in its triumph moves on;
And the burst of deep joy from each valley resounding,
Tells how tearless the victory’s won.
As trembles the earth to its mighty emotion,
More firm grows each Patriot knee;
While People and States, from the Lakes to the Ocean,
Proudly join in the march of the Free!

From thy borders, Penobscot, their shout has ascended;
Connecticut’s tide bears it on;
Till with thine, Mississippi, its surgings are blended,
And Roanoke recalls glories gone;
Thou, placid Ohio, art thrilled with the spirit
Waked from Michigan’s marge to the sea,
Where our own noble Hudson so proudly shall hear it,
And joy in the march of the Free!

OUR FLAG IS THERE.

OUR flag is there—the starry flag
Our stout forefathers gave,
O’er Freedom’s home, Free Soil, Free Men,
In triumph long to wave!
Yet all its bright and shining folds
Foul Slavery seeks to stain,
Till Freedom’s host is called to fight
Her battle o’er again!
And fight we will, from vale to hill,
The battle-cry is heard,
Till with Free Speech, Free Soil, Free Men,
The nation’s heart is stirred.

Oh, blessed Freedom! peerless boon!
Worth all the world besides;
For thee, how many hero souls
Have gladly bled and died!
And ’tis for thee, dear Liberty,
We gather in this fight,
To save thy flag from stain and shame,
And Slavery’s awful might!
Free Speech, Free Labor, and Free Soil—
Lincoln and Eight unrolled,
Are mottoed there for Freedom’s host,
On every shining fold.

Our Flag is there! oh, bright and fair,
It leads the millions on,
Till Slavery’s surging waves be stayed,
And Freedom’s battle won!
And valor’s arm and beauty’s smile
Shall bid it proudly wave,
Till not a rood of Freedom’s soil
Is cursed by chain or slave!
Free speech, Free presses, far and wide,
Be these the battle cry,
Till Freedom’s flag in Freedom’s cause
Is crowned with victory!

LINCOLN AND VICTORY!

MEN of the North, who remember
The deeds of your sires, ever glorious,
Join in our pæan victorious,
The pæan of Liberty!
Hark! on the gales of November,
Millions of voices are ringing,
Glorious the song they are singing—
Lincoln and Victory!
Hurrah!
Join the great chorus they’re singing,
Lincoln and Victory!

Come from your forest-clad mountains,
Come from the fields of your tillage,
Come from city and village—
Join the great host of the free
As from their cavernous fountains
Roll the deep floods to the ocean,
Join the great army in motion,
Marching to Victory!
Hurrah!
Echo from ocean to ocean,
Lincoln and Victory!

Far in the West rolls the thunder,
The tumult of battle is raging,
Where the sons of Freedom are waging
Warfare with Slavery!
Struggling with foes who would bind them,
Lo! they implore you to stay them!
Will you to Slavery betray them
No! no! they shall be free!
Hurrah!
Swear that you’ll never betray them—
Never! they shall be free!

Men of the North, who remember
The deeds of our sires, ever glorious,
Join in our pæan victorious,
The pæan of Liberty!
Hark! on the gales of November,
Millions of voices are ringing,
Glorious the song they are singing—
Lincoln and Victory!
Hurrah!
Join the great chorus they’re singing,
Lincoln and Victory!

“WIDE AWAKE.”

RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED TO THE NEW HAVEN “WIDE AWAKES.”

BY EDWARD E. ROGERS.

_Tune_—“Bruce’s Address.”

“WIDE AWAKE” to foeman’s snare,
“Wide Awake” Truth’s torch to bear,
“Wide Awake” to do and dare,
In the cause we love.
Press we on with fearless tread,
By the love of freedom led,
“Heart within and God o’erhead,
We shall conquerors prove.”

“Freedom!” ’tis our banner cry;
Shout it forth exultingly,
Lift the snowy banner high,
Bear it proudly on.
Fight we must with patriot zeal,
Every arm all nerved with steel,
Nor forsake the battle-field
Till the victory’s won.

Lincoln, brave, and true, and strong,
Leads our sturdy band along;
Hail him, boys, with cheer and song,
Lincoln brave and true!
Of our chieftain proud are we,
Led by him, we’ll gallantly
Fight our way to Victory,
All our foes subdue.

“Wide Awake,” yes, “_Wide Awake!_”
Struggling on for duty’s sake,
Rest nor slumber will we take
Till our work is done.
In the mighty God we trust,
For our cause is right and just;
Conquer, boys, we _must_, we _must_—
Victory _must_ be won!

WE’LL SEND BUCHANAN HOME.

_Air_—“Few Days.”

OLD “Honest Abe” we will elect
In a few days—few days;
The Loco-focos we’ll reject,
And send Buchanan home.
For we will wait no longer
Than a few days, a few days,
For we can wait no longer
To send Buchanan home.

Buchanan is in great distress
These few days—few days;
His grief he scarcely can express,
Because he’s going home.
For we will wait no longer, etc.

Abe Lincoln will be President
In a few days—few days;
To him the people will present
Buchanan’s present home.
For we will wait no longer, etc.

November it is near at hand,
In a few days—few days;
The people, then, throughout the land,
Will send “Old Jimmy” home.
For they will wait no longer, etc.

The people they are not afraid,
In a few days—few days,
To take for Vice, with “Honest Abe,”
A man from Maine, his home.
For they will wait no longer, etc.

Then shout for Abe of Illinois,
For a few days—few days;
For Hamlin too your lungs employ,
For they shan’t stay at home.
For we will wait no longer, etc.

The fourth of March will soon be here,
In a few days—few days;
The time for “Honest Abe” is near,
To enter his new home.
For we will wait no longer, etc.

For Lincoln and for Hamlin, too,
For a few days—few days,
We’ll work with hearts both warm and true,
To those they love at home,
For we will wait no longer, etc.

And when the vict’ry has been won,
In a few days—few days,
And Abe is safe in Washington,
His Presidential home.
Then we need wait no longer,
Than a few days—few days,
Then we need wait no longer,
For happy times at home.

RALLYING SONG.

AWAKE and raise the battle shout,
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
And shake the starry banner out,
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
List, rallying braves, a scream is heard—
’Tis Freedom’s eagle, dauntless bird;
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
He calls to victory—
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
He calls to victory—

From West to East the war-cry sweeps—Hurrah!
And echoes from our Northern steeps—Hurrah!
And proudly waves the flag we bear,
For every star is blazing there—Hurrah!
Each star is blazing there.

Our candidates are in the field—Hurrah!
And see! the awe-struck foemen yield—Hurrah!
“On to the White House,” is the cry;
For Union and for Liberty—Hurrah!
For blood-bought liberty.

Brave Lincoln leads the mighty host—Hurrah!
The people’s pride—the people’s boast—Hurrah!
And Illinois clasps hands with Maine,
And bids Oppression cease its reign—Hurrah!
Forever cease its reign.

Unconquerable as the waves—Hurrah!
We’ll bury all the fed’ral knaves—Hurrah!
With “Honest Abe” to lead the van,
Bushwackers, stop us if you can—Hurrah!
Yes, stop us—if you can.

Three hearty cheers, boys, for our cause—Hurrah!
Three for the Union and the Laws—Hurrah!
Now forward! and the day is won,
For Illinois’ undaunted son—Hurrah!
For Illinois’ brave son.

LINCOLN.

HE comes, he comes, the fearless man;
Throw all your banners forth—
Chicago bids him lead the van
Of a united North.
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
Let shouts for Lincoln ring;
In Union rights let all unite
To hail our Prairie King.

A nation’s hand has wreathed his brow
With stars her valor won;
To Union’s quick-step, marching now,
Comes Freedom’s Western Son.
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! etc.

Farewell to cliques that would disown
The people’s high behest—
That people’s waiting hand shall crown
The champion of the West.
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! etc.

The people’s rights, the people’s voice,
His battle-cry shall be—
A nation, in Chicago’s choice,
Hails Freedom’s sovereignty.
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! etc.

The equal rights of North and South
He fearless doth proclaim—
He’ll tear disunion’s flag from both,
And blast each traitor’s name.
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! etc.

Then ’neath the stripes Time’s hand hath blent,
’Neath stars our fathers won,
Will make our Lincoln President
In Eighteen Sixty-one.
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! etc.

SONG.

_Air_—“Dixey’s Land.”

FRIENDS of Freedom, hear the story,
How the Freemen in their glory
Went away, went away,
Went away, went away,
To the lakes, with the intention
Of attending the Convention,
Far away, far away,
Far away, far away.
Because the people do demand
A hero, a hero,
As leader of their Spartan band,
They’ll take him from his “prairie-land,”
Away, away, away,
Across the line of Dixon.

At Chicago they selected
Lincoln, who will be elected,
Abraham, Abraham,
Abraham, Abraham.
As Honest Abe the people know him,
And all his actions go to show him
A true man, a true man,
A true man, a true man.
Because the people do demand, etc.

Friends of “Union” never falter,
Loco-focos can not alter,
Or delay, or delay,
Or delay, or delay,
Our country’s laws or constitution,
By traitorous threats or persecution,
A single day, a single day,
A single day, a single day.
Because the people do demand, etc.

Yet there is another reason,
Why the traitor and his treason
Must decay, must decay,
Must decay, must decay:
Lincoln’s friend and his protector,
His political director,
Was Harry Clay, Harry Clay,
Harry Clay, Harry Clay.
Because the people do demand, etc.

Friends of Liberty, we ask you,
And we will not overtask you,
Come away! come away!
Come away! come away!
Leave the Loco Southern section,
Save your country next election,
Election day, election day,
Election day, election day.
Because the people do demand, etc.

CAMPAIGN SONG.

_Air_—“Rosin the Bow.”

THE Campaign commences most nobly,
The battle has fairly begun,
And every new struggle proves doubly
That “Buck” and his minions are done.

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

Every friend of our own “Gallant Harry,
The Star of the West,” has declared
The coming election they’ll carry,
For every true man is prepared.

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.

For Lincoln the party’s united,
For Hamlin the people are true,
The watch-fires all have been lighted,
As once for “Old Tippecanoe.”

Then bring out the music and banners,
The “_fence rails_” and orators too,
And we’ll teach Loco-focos good manners,
As we did with “Old Tippecanoe.”

FREEMEN, BANISH ALL YOUR FEARS.

BY R. M’N.

_Air_—“Scots Wha Hae.”

FREEMEN, banish all your fears,
Lo! the promised morn appears,
Long foretold by Freedom’s seers—
Lincoln takes the field.
Victory flashes in his eye,
Speaks in every battle-cry,
Rings along the vaulted sky,
Blazes on his shield.

See the Western prairies flame
At the mention of his name;
Hear a people’s loud acclaim,
Conscious of their might;
Then behold the guilty foe,
Glutted with a nation’s woe—
Patriots, do you fear them?—No.
God will speed the right.

Standing on the sacred sod,
Where our fearless fathers trod;
Must _we_ tamely kiss the rod,
Bowing low the knee?
Foemen of your country’s weal,
Bid your pampered hirelings kneel,
Crush _them_ with your iron heel—
We, at least, are free.

And by all we love on earth,
By the land that gave us birth,
Friends of toil and honest worth,
Like our honored sires,
Heart to heart, and hand in hand,
We will march, a conquering band,
Till the altars of our land
Glow with Freedom’s fires.

“WIDE-AWAKE CLUB” SONG.

_Tune_—“A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea.”

OH, hear you not the wild huzzas
That come from every State?
For honest Uncle Abraham,
The People’s candidate?
He is our choice, our nominee,
A self-made man, and true;
We’ll show the Democrats this fall
What honest Abe can do.
Then give us Abe, and Hamlin, too,
To guide our gallant ship,
With Seward, Sumner, Chase, and Clay,
And then a merry trip.

Come, Granny Buck, you’d better go
While you can see the way,
For I fear your nerves won’t stand the shock
On next election day.
So take your hat—what’s that you say?
You are so cold you shiver—
Why, that’s the way you feel, my dear,
When sailing up Salt River.
Then give us Abe, and Hamlin, too, etc.

I hear that Dug. is half inclined
To give us all leg-bail,
Preferring exercise on foot
To riding on a rail.
For Abe has one already mauled
Upon the White House plan;
If once Dug. gets astride of that,
He is a used-up man.
Then give us Abe, and Hamlin, too, etc.

Come rally with us here to-night,
Be “Wide-Awake” for fun,
For we shall surely win the day
Before old sixty-one.
From North to South, from East to West,
Our power shall be felt;
I tell you fight with all your might,
For Abe shall have the _Belt_.
Then give us Abe, and Hamlin, too,
To guide our gallant ship,
With Seward, Sumner, Chase, and Clay,
And then a merry trip.

A JOLLY GOOD CREW WE’LL HAVE.

BY W. S. SANFORD.

_Tune_—“Little More Cider.”

OH, we will have a merry time
When, at the polls this fall,
We vote for “honest Abraham,”
Who is so slim and tall.
It don’t make any difference,
He’ll steer the “Ship of State;”
A noble captain he will be,
And Hamlin will be mate.
Oh, a jolly good crew we’ll have,
A jolly good crew we’ll have—
A jolly good crew we’ll have on board
This staunch old Ship of State.

We’ve shipp’d until the voyage is through—
We never shall back out;
The “Little Giant” of the West
We certainly shall rout:
And then there’s Breckenridge and Bell,
Fine fellows they may be—
They’ll wish they had’nt run _agin_
This rail-splitter you’ll see.
Oh, a jolly good crew, etc.

Then wide awake, the cry will be
For “Abe” and Hamlin too,
For we’re the boys that can excel,
And that we’re bound to do.
They talk about the “Squatter clause,”
That’s “played out” long ago—
It’s used for home-con-sump-shi-on,
And there it is no go.
Oh, a jolly good crew, etc.

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Transcriber’s Notes:

Obvious punctuation errors repaired. Song layouts were adjusted where an anomaly occurred such as on page 20, where the last line of the third verse was not indented, but the rest of the final lines were. To match the rest, this line was indented.

Advertisement, inside front cover, “so” changed to “to” (as for customers to)

Page 7, “eucourage” changed to “encourage” (encourage the development)

Page 24, “aud” changed to “and” in final line of first verse (We’re for Freedom and Reform)

Page 45, “o’en” changed to “o’er” (Soon o’er the world)

Page 65, “nations’s” changed to “nation’s” (A nation’s hand has)

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