Part 3

Iniquity so very great, Of justice so defiant, Of course could only emanate From brain of mighty giant. This giant, now, is very small, As all of you do know, sirs; But then, there is no doubt at all That he expects to grow, sirs. There’s one thing more I ought to say, And that will make us even— It is to mention, by-the-way, The giant’s name is——Stephen.

GIANT’S BASS-SOLO.

“Fe, fi, fo, fum, I smell the blood of Free-dom; Fe, fi, fo, fum, Dead or alive, I’ll have some.”

Oh, terribly the giant swore, With awful oaths and curses, And language such as I can not Engraft into my verses. There was a giant once before, And with a sling they slew him; That Stephen could be _slued_ with one, _No one_ would say who knew him.

V.

_Air_—“Burial of Sir John Moore.”

’Twas at the dead of night they met, (So I’m informed the case is,) Stephen in person leading on The army of “dough-faces.” They voted, at the dead of night. While all the land lay sleeping, That all our sacred, blood-bought rights Were not worth the keeping.

VI.

_Air_—“Yankee Doodle”—Double Quick Time.

Oh! bless those old forefathers, in Their Continental “trowsers,” Who in their wisdom looked so far And organized two houses— So let them shout, their time is short, They’ll very soon be stiller— For in the house they’ll find a boy Called “Jack the Giant Killer.”

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!