COME all ye who work like brothers, Freedom for our Western prairies, Rally once more round the banner, With one voice we'll shout our song— Let the past be now forgotten, Freedom, etc. While sweet Freedom's foes we rout; All we ask of each one coming, Vote for Freedom, work and shout Freedom, etc. Have you heard from old New Hampshire, How the strikers struck up there; Dealing deadly blows to Slavery, Singing in the evening air Freedom, etc. Then Connecticut right nobly Freedom, etc. Shall the Empire State be wanting Then, let each one do his duty, Work there is, for us and you. Freedom, etc. Come, then, Freemen, come and join us, You who never came before, All we ask is, vote for Freedom, Till it reigns from shore to shore. Freedom, etc. W. B. H. THE LIBERTY ARMY. BY HUTCHINSON. Tune-"Axes to Grind." WE'RE Coming, we're coming, the fearless and free! And Slavery is trembling as trembled before The oppression which fled from our fathers of yore, We're coming, we're coming, with banners unfurled! We're coming, we're coming, we'll come from afar, With shouting we'll raise it, in triumph to wave, Then arouse ye, brave hearts, to the rescue come on! For Freemen have risen and taken the field. Then arouse ye! arouse ye! the fearless and free! HAVE YOU HEARD THE LOUD ALARM? FROM the green hills of New England, Have you heard the loud alarm? Sinks before the people's arm. Steeped in infamous corruption, And the vampires suck her blood; We have chosen us a leader, For the land we love so well; We believe as did the heroes Of the curse of all the free. With a patriot heart to guide us, Honest Abraham occasions, Greet our ears as pleasant chimes; For a son of honest labor, Calling every man his neighbor, Grasping Freedom's trenchant saber, Stands the hero of his times. Come, then, friends of working-classes— And with shouts and loud hosannahs Raise the people's standard high; Roll along the mighty chorus, And the reeling foe before us For a brighter day is nigh. FORWARD, THE NINTH! [This was the watchword of the Flunkies (i. e., Seymour Demoerats) during the last election in Connecticut, in which contest the Republicans were victorious. Three cheers for "Buckingham,” and the" Old Nutmeg State."] Tune "Excelsior." THE shades of night were falling fast, As through the "Nutmeg State" there passed A warrior with a Banner nice, On which was seen this strange device- His face was red; his eye beneath In Elm City he heard a noise, Jim English thanking the "B-hoys." "Forward, the Ninth!" the words of command from the mouth of the warrior in the Mexican war. + A rale Dimecrat. New Haven. |