While Europe's in commotion, and her monarchs in a fret, We're teaching them a lesson which they never can forget; And this they fast are learning, Uncle Sam is not a fool, For the people do their voting, and the children go to school.

Then come along, etc.

The brave in every nation are joining heart and hand,
And flocking to America, the real promised land;
And Uncle Sam stands ready with a child upon each arm,
To give them all a welcome to a lot upon his farm.
Then come along, etc.

A welcome, warm and hearty, do we give the sons of toil, To come to the West and settle and labor on Free Soil; We've room enough and land enough, they needn't feel alarmed

Oh! come to the land of Freedom and vote yourself e farm.

Then come along, etc.

Yes! we're bound to lead the nations, for our motto's "Go

Ahead,"

And we'll carry out the principles for which our father!

bled;

No monopoly of Kings and Queens, but this is the Yankee

plan,

Free Trade to Emigration and Protection unto man.
Then come along, etc.

We've a glorious Declaration to protect us in our rights, An instrument of Freedom, for the blacks as well as whites, And the day is surely coming when Liberty's bright sun Shall shine with noonday splendor in the land of Washington.

Then come along, etc.

SONG OF FREEDOM.

YE who dwell in quiet hamlets,
Ye who crowd the busy ways-
All who love this great Republic
In these dark, imperiled days,
Does your Freedom never seem
Like the beauty of a dream?

Must the lightning's flash and thunder
On our slumber glare and break,
Ere from false and fleeting visions
We to real danger wake?
Must the earthquake's heavy tread
Crush us sleepers with the dead?

Hear ye not succeeding ages,

From their cloudy distance cry? See ye not the hands of nations Lifted toward the threat'ning sky? Now or never, rise and gain

Freedom for this fair domain !

We have vanquished foreign tyrants→→
Now the battle draws anear;
Let not Despots have this boasting,
That a Freeman knows to fear;
By your Fathers' patriot graves,
Rise! nor be forever slaves!

Speak! ye orators of Freemen,

Let your thunder shake these plains; Write! ye editors of Freedom,

Let your lightning rive these chains; Up! ye sons of Pilgrims, rise!

Strike for Freedom, or she dies;

Give this land to future ages
Free, as God has made it free;
Swear that not another acre
Shall be cursed with Slavery;
Strike for Freedom and for right,
God himself is Freedom's might.

THE "NEB-RASCALITY."

AS SUNG BY THE HUTCHINSON FAMILY.

I.

Air-"Dandy Jim."

KIND friends, with your permission, I
Will sing a few short stanzas,
About this new "Nebraska Bill,"
Including also Kansas;

All how they had it "cut and dried,"
To rush it through the Senate
Before the people rallied, and
Before they'd time to mend it.

There's one thing more I ought to say,
And that will make us even-
It is to mention, by-the-way,
The giant's name is Stephen.

GIANT'S BASS-SOLO.

"Fe, fi, fo, fum,

I smell the blood of Free-dom;
Fe, fi, fo, fum,

Dead or alive, I'll have some."

Oh, terribly the giant swore,
With awful oaths and curses,
And language such as I can not
Engraft into my verses.

There was a giant once before,

And with a sling they slew him; That Stephen could be slued with one, No one would say who knew him.

V.

Air-"Burial of Sir John Moore."

'Twas at the dead of night they met, (So I'm informed the case is,) Stephen in person leading on

The army of "dough-faces."

I

They voted, at the dead of night.
While all the land lay sleeping,
That all our sacred, blood-bought rights
Were not worth the keeping.

VI.

Air-"Yankee Doodle"-Double Quick Time.

Oh! bless those old forefathers, in
Their Continental "trowsers,"

Who in their wisdom looked so far
And organized two houses-

So let them shout, their time is short,
They'll very soon be stiller-

For in the house they'll find a boy
Called "Jack the Giant Killer."

VII.

Air-"Scots Wha' Ha' Wi' Wallace Bled."

And now, kind friends, for once and all
Let's swear upon the altar
Of plighted faith and sacred truth,
To fight and never falter;
That Liberty and Human Rights
Shall be a bright reality,

And we'll resist with all our might
This monstrous Neb-rascality!

FREE SOIL CHORUS.

BY J. H.

Tune-"Auld Lang Syne."

ALL hail! ye friends of Liberty,
Ye honest sons of toil;

Come, let us raise a shout to-day

For Freedom and Free Soil.

For Freedom and Free Soil, my boys,

For Freedom and Free Soil;

Ring out the shout to all about,
For Freedom and Free Soil.

We wage no bloody warfare here,

But gladly would we toil,

To show the South the matchless worth

Of Freedom and Free Soil.

For Freedom, etc.