Our fathers fought for liberty, They bled and died, and now shall we To us, their children, from the grave? And call our country still, "The Free?" Then, onward! patriots, poll-ward, on! On! and let the watchword be, THE GRAND RALLY. FROM hilltop, from valley, from mountain, from plain, Come, Freemen, assemble, assemble; The glad shout of Freedom send forth like a flame, At its sound shall fell Tyranny tremble. From woodland and heather, Come gather, come gather, And unfurl the bright flag of Freedom forever. 'Tis the province of thee, Being sons of the Free, To combat with tyrants, 'tis Freedom's decree ! From the forge, from the mines, from the anvil we call Working-men, sons of toil! 'tis thy right To combat with those who would labor enthrall, From workshops and fields, Come, Labor, reveal Honest faces which oil, smoke, and dust can't conceal, Make every sledge that you sling On the firm anvil ring The bold song of Freedom that Labor is King. For Liberty, "Lincoln," for "Hamlin," our cause, A free Constitution, correct honest Laws, We swear in our might, On this spot to unite, For "Free Soil" in our natures we love it As unpledged and free As the eagle that hovers above it. TO THE VOTERS OF 1860. THERE's a band of soulless traitors Who Freedom would enchain, With the chains they are forging daily, They vow to circle your land; Your children's home they brand. Shall the sons of the Pilgrim Fathers Shall they traitors prove to their noble trust, Shall America lose her glory And be but a land of slaves? Will ye blush when ye own your country? Go, view your fathers' graves! Ye are brave, and your proud hearts never Will ye help them to bind another Will ye barter the birthright given, Hark! the voices of freemen answer- They have sternly unfurled their banners, And bravely bear them on; And the East and the West are waiting May the God of our fathers help you Lest our stars should lose their glory- FOR FREEDOM AND REFORM. Ho! ye men of every station, And for Freedom for the Nation We're for Freedom and Reform. We're a band of freemen, We're a band of freemen, We're a band of freemen, We're for Freedom aud Reform. On the "sacred side" forever, We'll dry up disunion screechers, We will oust the treasury robbers, With "Old Abe" to go before us, JORDAN. BY J. J. H. I LOOKED to the South, and I looked to the West, With four Northern doughfaces hitched up in front, Then take off coats, boys, roll up sleeves, Slavery and Freedom, they both had a fight, If I was the Legislature of these United States, Then rouse up, ye freeman, the sword unsheath; The South have their school, where the masters learn to rule, [grit, And they lord it o'er the Free States accordin'; But sure they'd better quit, ere they rouse the Yankee And we tumble 'em over t'other side of Jordan. Take off, etc. Pennsylvania and Vermont have surely come to want, |