  Lincoln’s the chief to lead the way, Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! The fire by night—the cloud by day, Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! Mailed in truth and strong in hand, He’ll bring us to the Promised Land. Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! The ship of state, with tattered sail, Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! Is madly driving ’fore the gale, Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! He’ll soon repair her crippled form, And bring her safely through the storm. Hurrah! etc. The sable flag that o’er us waves, Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! Shall float no longer over slaves, Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! From Kansas’ dark and bloody ground, To California’s farthest bound. Hurrah! etc. Free speech Lincoln will aye defend, Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! And Slavery’s curse he’ll ne’er extend, Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! He goes for Freedom’s holy cause, For equal rights and equal laws. Then let us all, with loud acclaim, Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! Repeat the chorus of a name, Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! A name at which the tyrant quails, A name which every good man hails— Lincoln! Lincoln! Lincoln! Lincoln! Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! |
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