Part 2

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.

I.

_Air_—“Dandy Jim.”

KIND friends, with your permission, I Will sing a few short stanzas, About this new “Nebraska Bill,” Including also Kansas; All how they had it “cut and dried,” To rush it through the Senate Before the people rallied, and Before they’d time to mend it.

II., III., IV.

_Air_—“Yankee Doodle.”