  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 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. |
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