  Oh, hear you not the wild huzzas That come from every State? For honest Uncle Abraham, The People’s candidate? He is our choice, our nominee, A self-made man, and true; We’ll show the Democrats this fall What honest Abe can do. Then give us Abe, and Hamlin, too, To guide our gallant ship, With Seward, Sumner, Chase, and Clay, And then a merry trip. Come, Granny Buck, you’d better go While you can see the way, For I fear your nerves won’t stand the shock On next election day. So take your hat—what’s that you say? You are so cold you shiver— Why, that’s the way you feel, my dear, When sailing up Salt River. I hear that Dug. is half inclined To give us all leg-bail, Preferring exercise on foot To riding on a rail. For Abe has one already mauled Upon the White House plan; If once Dug. gets astride of that, He is a used-up man. Then give us Abe, and Hamlin, too, etc. Come rally with us here to-night, Be “Wide-Awake” for fun, For we shall surely win the day Before old sixty-one. From North to South, from East to West, Our power shall be felt; I tell you fight with all your might, For Abe shall have the Belt. Then give us Abe, and Hamlin, too, To guide our gallant ship, With Seward, Sumner, Chase, and Clay, And then a merry trip. |
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