  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. |
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