All hail! ye friends of Liberty,

Come, let us raise a shout to-day

We wage no bloody warfare here,

To show the South the matchless worth

Nor care we aught for party names,

But what we’ll have is Liberty!

Too long we’ve dwelt in party strife—

So here’s a dose for “Uncle Sam”

Our Southern neighbors feel our power,

But ’tis “too late”—the cry’s gone forth

Then let opponents do their best

No feuds shall e’er divide our ranks

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.

Then let us sing God bless the free,

And let the shout ring all about,