  Republicans! with peerless might, Proudly lead the van! Strike for freedom! strike for right! “Old Abe’s” an honest man. He, a noble President, The ship of state shall guide; While o’er a nation’s senators, Hamlin shall preside. Hi! Lincoln! ho! Lincoln! An honest man for me; I’ll sing for you—I’ll shout for you— The People’s nominee. Once we had a compromise, A check to Slavery’s wrong; Douglas crushed the golden prize, To help himself along. Then the North, and then the West, Arose with giant power; Pierce succumbed to the South’s behest, But Douglas had to cower. Hi! Douglas! sly Douglas! A senator would be; So he tried the “Squatter dodge,” And went for Kansas free. Democrats, (or “office rats,”) Met to nominate; “Fire-eaters” came, all aflame, Their slave-code, (and Covode,) Caused the “Softs” to quake; The “Little Giant,” now defiant, No slave-code would take. Oh! alas! beef is scarce! To the North they go: See once more, at Baltimore, Our united foe! But the People met en masse, In the boundless West; Of Freedom’s sons a noble class! Some loved Seward best; Chase, McLean, and Bates, I ween, Are worthy such a call; “Old honest Abe’s” the People’s choice, And we’ll roll on the ball. Hi! Lincoln! ho! Lincoln! President shall be; One and all, roll on the ball, For the People’s nominee. No missile sent, with ill intent, Across the Ohio River; The South’s dark crime, in God’s own time, She’ll wipe away forever. Yet here we stand, proud Freedom’s band, No compromise with wrong; For truth and right we’ll bravely fight, Be this our battle-song— Hi! Lincoln! brave Lincoln! President shall be; We’ll one and all vote this Fall For the People’s nominee. |
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