Come all ye true friends of the nation,
Attend to humanity's call;
Come aid the poor slave's liberation,
And roll on the liberty ball—
And roll on the liberty ball—
And roll on the liberty ball,
Come aid the poor slave's liberation,
And roll on the liberty ball.
The Liberty hosts are advancing—
For freedom to all they declare;
The down-trodden millions are sighing—
Come, break up our gloom of despair.
Come break up our gloom of despair, &c.
Ye Democrats, come to the rescue,
And aid on the liberty cause,
And millions will rise up and bless you
With heart-cheering songs of applause,
With heart-cheering songs, &c.
Ye Whigs forsake Clay and John Tyler!
And boldly step into our ranks;
We'll spread our pure banner still wider,
And invite all the friends of the banks,—
And invite all the friends of the banks, &c.
And when we have formed the blest union
We'll firmly march on, one and all—
We'll sing when we meet in communion,
And roll on the liberty ball,
And roll on the liberty ball, &c.
How can you stand halting while virtue
Is sweetly appealing to all;
Then haste to the standard of duty,
And roll on the liberty ball;
And roll on the liberty ball, &c.
The question of test is now turning,
And freedom or slavery must fall,
While hope in the bosom is burning,
We'll roll on the liberty ball;
We'll roll on the liberty ball, &c.
Ye freemen attend to your voting,
Your ballots will answer the call;
And while others attend to log-rolling,
We'll roll on the liberty ball—
We'll roll on the liberty ball, &c.