  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! 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. |
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