The Republican hosts they are mustering strong,

Come, gallants, and help swell this gathering throng;

Old soldiers, your country demands that again

You shall show to all tyrants the power of free men.

Then up, sons of Freedom! Once more to the charge;

And loud let us shout o’er hill, mountain, and plain,

Choose “honest Abe Lincoln,” and Hamlin of Maine.

The ranks of our foes by dissensions are torn;

Their leaders are doubtful, their hopes are forlorn;

For they know well, no matter what efforts are made,

They will surely be beaten by “honest old Abe.”

Their once honored captain, Buchanan the first,

Is now by their army most utterly cursed.

On this single point they entirely agree,

That of all their mean leaders the meanest is he.

Then forward, brave comrades! the battle is near;

Our friends are exultant, our enemies fear;

Their troops from the charge of our squadrons shall fly,

To rally no more at their old leader’s cry.