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CONT 
 
 ENTS. 
 
 0 PAGE. 
 
 Advice to Greeley 57 
 
 Arise now, ye lovers of free- 
 dom 65 
 
 Anytxhing to beat Grant 12 
 
 A dangerous man... 14 
 
 A little bird sat on a linden tree. 10 
 
 A pair of fine birds 7 
 
 Axe grindina 11 
 
 A diree for H. G 80 
 
 A "Liberal" campaign song 83 
 
 Campaign version of John 
 
 Brown 6 
 
 Chap-Chap — Paw-Quaw 64 
 
 Campaign song— (German) 95 
 
 Democratic campaign song 44 
 
 Down in the Piney regions 92 
 
 Everywhere swells the joyous 
 
 song 63 
 
 Fling out the banner ()9 
 
 Grant is at the helm, boys 33 
 
 Grant is the man will surely win29 
 Grant, Grant, Grant, the boys 
 
 are calling 68 
 
 Grant's what's the matter 16 
 
 Goosey Greeley 57 
 
 Grant,' Wilson, and success 75 
 
 Good-bye. Greeley. 91 
 
 Hurrah for Grant 35 
 
 H. Greeley. Horace G.., 56 
 
 H. G's inquiry 81 
 
 H. G. after election 94 
 
 J'm going for Grant 59 
 
 I go Ulysses straight 87 
 
 Ku-klux Song 77 
 
 Let it resound the land around. 78 
 
 Not for Horae- 28 
 
 Now pat the ball in motion 18 
 
 Nothing wears like leather 4 
 
 O, General Grant's the man 73 
 
 < >ld men's Grant meeting 39 
 
 0, what's the us^ of talking 72 
 
 Our Grant leads the battle 19 
 
 Obituary on Horace Greeley.. ..61 
 Oh! have you heard the glori- 
 ous news. 66 
 
 O'erall the land we li ear the cry 86 
 Popular Demoer;ii-ie Ode 
 
 PAGE, 
 
 Say, Union boys, have you seen 
 
 old Greeley 27 
 
 Sound the bugle, beat the drum 8 
 
 The wonderful man 18 
 
 The statelv statesman 2 
 
 The old white hat 42 
 
 The Presidential race 37 
 
 The fighting tanner 48- 
 
 The proof of the pudding 53 
 
 The coming man... 54 
 
 Three cheers for Grant and 
 
 Wilson 5& 
 
 The colored voter's song 22 
 
 Ten little Liberals 60 
 
 The old man and his organ 67 
 
 The Ku-klnx ghost 70' 
 
 To our new friend, the old Dem- 
 ocrat, H. G 47 
 
 The Liberal game is a game of 
 
 brag 51 
 
 The Baltimore pill 52' 
 
 Tar and Turpentine 50 
 
 The child's inquiry 85 
 
 The despondent one 89* 
 
 The soldiers' campaign song...9S 
 We eome to chant the fanie of 
 
 Grant 1 
 
 We'll rally around onr leaders.. 3 
 We'll sing a song for U. S. Grant. 31 
 We meet to-night prepared to 
 
 fight 2P 
 
 With Greeley 3'ou can't fool us. .24 
 We've another contest coming. 46 
 
 We will fight on the line 2K-' 
 
 We shall solid go for Grant 38 
 
 We'll try him again 71 
 
 We, the people, want lo know. .30- 
 
 We can hoe the rows 45 
 
 We wii] vote for General G 79 
 
 Witches' scene from MacGree- 
 
 ley 34 
 
 Why are l»emocrats dejected? 71 
 What I know about tiie beet.... 17 
 When first I savv th is liated crow 70 
 Why ring ihe bells in Kich- 
 
 mond town ? S2 
 
 Yomig nio'V.s Grant. ' iceti^g ....41i 
 
THi FLOWERS COLlECfTION 
 
 Republican Campaign Songs. 
 
 13-raiil and WiI§oiie 
 
 Am — "Yankee Doodle." 
 
 ■We come to chant the fame of Grant, 
 
 The nation's brave defender, 
 The victor on a hundred fields, 
 
 Who never vrill surrender. 
 Our Chief of State is good and great, 
 
 And freemen in communion 
 Have chosen Wilson as his mate, 
 To help him save the Union. 
 Chorus — Then join the throng and march along, 
 For Grant and Wilson rally, 
 With rousing song their praise prolong 
 From every hill and valley. 
 
 Let bard and m-instrei proudlsz sing 
 
 His grand triumphal marches, 
 And make his civic honors ring 
 
 Through all the Union archefe, 
 Till CTcry freeman in the land 
 
 Shall catch the in^ipiration, , 
 And Grant shall stand 'mid Freedom's band 
 
 The chief, by acclamation. 
 Chorus — Then join, &g. 
 
 And Wilson, too, is tried and true. 
 
 The friend of all vho labor : 
 He renders to each one his due, 
 
 And loves him as his neighboB^ 
 And 'tis his plan to give each man 
 
 Fair play to rise in station, 
 And, if he can, place in the van 
 
 The workers of the nation. 
 Chorus — Then join. .to. 
 
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REPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS, 
 
 The people want to Yote for Grant 
 
 And Wilson as their leaders, 
 And put to rest the vulture nest 
 
 Of mongrels and seceders. 
 Then down with all, both great and smsli. 
 
 The factions f^'rned for plunder ; 
 And let it fall beyond recall 
 
 Yvith Cincinnati's blunder. 
 Chorus — Then join, &c. 
 
 Then wake the song in stirring rhymes 
 
 And swell the great ovation, 
 To greet the hero of the times, 
 
 Who nobly fills his station. 
 All hail to Grant, the countrj^'s pride'! 
 
 Whose name, inscribed in story, 
 Shall through all coming time abide 
 In rare, unfading glory ! 
 Chorus — Then join the throng and march along, 
 For Grant and AYiison rally, 
 With rousing song their praise prolong 
 From every hill and valley. 
 
 Air—" The Minstrel Boy." 
 
 The stately statesman to his home has gone, 
 In the midst of his boohs you'll find him, 
 
 His printed "proofs" he still reads on, ^ 
 But his venom he left behind him. * 
 
 "•Oh,--land of 7)1171.6 r said the lofty man, 
 "Though Grant he has betrayed thee. 
 
 One speech I'll make that v>dll break his guard, 
 ' One Trumbull, or Schurz, shall praise me V 
 
 The gpeecher spoke, but he spoke in vain, 
 Though he tore in tones of thunder ; 
 
 The Senate, that once he could enchain, 
 Now rent his twaddle asunder ; 
 
REPUBLIGAK CAMPAIGjS" SONGS. 
 
 And it said, "No shame can silence tliee, 
 Thou fount of Vv ords — not bravery ! 
 
 Thy flings v/iU fail v/ith the true and free, 
 But will gladden the friends of slavery." 
 
 Air — '• Down in a Diving Beil." 
 
 We'll rally round our leaders, men, 
 
 We're arming for the fight, 
 We'll raise our glorious standard, 
 
 And battle for the right. 
 To swell our gallant army, 
 
 We'll come from hill and plain, 
 Grant shall win the victory 
 For President again. 
 GJiorus — Let the drum and bugle sound, 
 ^Ve'll march to meet the foe ; 
 Let our joyous shouts resound. 
 That all the laud may know 
 The sons of freedom in their might 
 
 Have come from hill and plain, 
 To make our brave Ulysses 
 Our President again. 
 
 He is the hero of the age, 
 
 A noble statesman, too ; 
 He safely brought our ship of State 
 
 The darkest dangers through. 
 Let every brave and true man 
 
 Gome with our loyal band, 
 Till loud resounds the victory 
 
 Prom mountain, vale, and strand. 
 GJiorus — Let the drum, &c. 
 
 And when the battle's over. 
 
 We homeward turn again, 
 Y\^e'll join the lovely lasses, 
 
 To music's thrilling strain ; 
 
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K^PUBLIOAN CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 And loud the anthem swelling, 
 
 To Grant, our noble chief, 
 Who won our country's battles, 
 And saved the land from grief. 
 Chorus — Let the drum, &c. 
 
 Then rally round our leaders, men, 
 
 We're arming for the fight, 
 We'll raise our glorious standard 
 
 And battle for the right. 
 To swell our gallant army. 
 
 We'll come from hill and plain, 
 txrant shall win the victory 
 
 For President again. 
 Chorus — Let the drum, &c. 
 
 )K Campaign S^sig-, 
 
 Air—" Yankee Doodle." 
 
 In early days our fathers wore 
 
 Their home-made buckskin breeches, 
 Cut out by guess-work measurement, 
 
 ¥7ith leather whangs for stitches. 
 And now their sons are called again 
 
 To rally 'neath the banner 
 Borne by these men of leather craft, 
 The Gobbler and the Tanner. 
 
 The North and South, the East and West, 
 
 Will work and sing together, 
 And march to glorious victory — 
 For nothing wears like leather ! 
 
 We have some jobs on mongrel pelts. 
 
 And have the hands to do them ; 
 Our Grant will neatly curry them. 
 
 And Wilson wax it to them ! 
 The chopper up at Chappaqua 
 
 May go on with his ^^lanning ; 
 AVe'll let him furnish ail the hark^ 
 
 But Grant will do the tanning ! 
 
REPUBLIC AX CAMPAIGiSr 5 
 
 The thin-slvinned cliaps vrill uppers make, 
 The tough old hides the nether : 
 
 The bolting, sorehead crov>-d ^Yill do 
 For nothing but split leather i 
 
 The "later Franklin," statesman, sage, 
 
 Philosopher and farmer. 
 Eetired in cool and rural shades, 
 
 As days grow long and warmer. 
 Can milk the gentle butternut, 
 
 That grazes round with bell on, 
 And pan out butter sweet for Gratz 
 To spread his watermelon I 
 
 Or he may seize his ready pen, 
 
 In stormy, rainy weather. 
 And tell the world how shoe-iDegs grow, 
 Or modes of smelting leather. 
 
 To spoil so fine a husbandman, 
 "Who, perched up in the city. 
 Writes quires of what he never knew, 
 
 It surely were a pitj'. 
 No ; let him breed the short-horn duck, 
 
 And Poland-China gobbler — 
 We'll burden with the cares of State 
 The Tanner and the Cobbler ! 
 
 The grand array of Commonwealths 
 
 They'll bind, as wnth a tether, - 
 That ne'er again shall broken be— 
 For nothing holds like leather! 
 
 The virtue, brains, and honesty 
 
 Of Horace they poke at us, 
 As if the Cincinnati fraud 
 
 Made him a Cincinnatus ! 
 And while he seeks a season brief 
 
 Of rural peace and quiet. 
 Takes clam soup for his only drink. 
 And dirt his only diet I 
 
 His old white hat and old white coat 
 Have served all kinds of weatlier ; 
 But they are like his principles — 
 They will not wear like leather ! 
 
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 REPUBLICAN CAMPAIGI>r SON-G9. 
 
 The ' ' oTits " who run old Chappaqua 
 
 Our onset will remember, 
 When they confront our serried lines 
 
 In battle nest jSTovember. 
 Our flag is borne by gallant hands, 
 
 Four million votes behind it ; 
 A-las ! where is the mongrel hope ? 
 "Go Yvest "—they cannot find it ! 
 
 Like Grant, when in the Wilderness, 
 We'll " p\3sh " in spite of weather ; 
 And "on this line we'll fight it out" — 
 There nothing is like leather ! 
 
 Then Freedom's temple, rear it high ! 
 
 And if we need a cap-stone, 
 Or liej to bind a broken arch, 
 
 Take Henry Y/ilsou's lapstone ! 
 To guard it we must have a man 
 
 Who never halts or misses ; 
 We've many soldiers tried and true — 
 None better than Ulysses ! 
 
 The Tanner and the Cobbler are 
 
 The men to work together ; 
 They'll win the field, and keep it, too 
 For nothing holds like leather. 
 
 We'll hang the "Liberal" Greeley on a sour-apple tree. 
 Because he bailed Jeff. Davis, and he set the traitor free ; 
 He never can be President, as you can plainly see. 
 As we go marching on. 
 Hurrah ! hurrah for Grant and Wilson ! 
 Hurrah! hurrah for Grant and Wilson ! 
 Hurrah ! hurrah for Grant and Wilson ! 
 As we go marching on. 
 
 The Soreheact^^ and Copperheads at Cincinnati quotli — 
 "We'll beat ' the man on horseback!' " and they sealed it 
 with an oath ; 
 
 But Y/ait until November, and he'll surely beat them both, 
 Chorus — As v/e go marching on, &c. 
 
REPUBLICAX CAMPAIGN SONGS, 
 
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 TLe Cinciniiatl thimble-riggers tliink tlievVe hit the plan 
 To cheat the coiLiraon j)eople into voting for then- man. 
 But ^vhLll the vciics are connted, General Grant will lead 
 the van. 
 
 Chorus — As we go marching on, &c. 
 
 This Fonrier-free-love Greelev. with his " " trij^le sheet " 
 Trilune. 
 
 A blowing for protection " and the wiohed French Com- 
 mune. 
 
 To win the votes of Democrats he must sing another tane, 
 Clwnii — As he goes marching on. &q. 
 
 He's a mahe-believe old farmer, and he wrote a foolish 
 book. 
 
 Which now thej say will win him votes from every farming 
 nook — 
 
 Theyli tind the people never bite at such a naked hook, 
 CliGrus — As they go marching on, Sec. 
 
 The people can't be cheated by the color of his coat, 
 He"s sailing up Salt river since he fairly got afloat. 
 " The Cincinnati Platform " is the title of his boat, 
 Chorus — As he goes marching on, etc. 
 
 Campaig-si Song, 
 
 Air — "Xcver Mind the Weather so the Wind don't Blow.'" 
 My friend'^, I guess yon all have heard 
 About tliat finely feathered bird — 
 They call him Horace Greeley, 0. 
 "With a long hlacJ: tail as •'white as snow.'" 
 Chorus — And away he went. 
 
 Then " let him went 
 Then let old Horace Greeley go, 
 And "never mind the weather so 
 the wind don't blow. " 
 
 At Cincinnati he wa=; hntc'hed. 
 With a little Brow: : - had him matched, 
 
 And in a Chappa^Y^ . _ . > coop. 
 They placed this Doily Varden groiip, 
 CiiOTd-^ — And away they went, &c. 
 
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 REPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 This last-named f>ird is one-half crow, 
 Which makes the people hate him so ; 
 This bird once wore the keenest spurs. 
 And was captured by a man named Schurz. 
 CJiorus — And away he went, &c. 
 
 This Greeley bird is a chanticleer, 
 With parrot tongue, and voice so queer 
 'Twould make you laugh to hear him crow, 
 And what he does 'bout ' ' f armin' " know. 
 Chorus — And away he went, &c. 
 
 This pretty pair they safely bore 
 Unto the city of Baltimore, 
 To see if they would answer there, 
 To quiet those in dark despair. 
 Chorus — And away he went, &c. 
 
 They viewed them there from ' ' top to toe, 
 Some said these fouls (fowls) we cannot go, 
 That oldest bird has said too much, 
 And the little Brown bird don't like the Dutch. 
 Chorus — And away he went, &c. 
 
 But the crowd said, boys, we'll gulp them down, 
 You swallow Greeley, I'll swallow Brown ; 
 Though to relisjh them I swear we can't, 
 But anything to beat that Grant. 
 Clwrus — And away he went, &c. 
 
 So they took them down — tail feathers and all — 
 They'll "throw them up" this coming fall ; 
 For Grant and Wilson will show 'em a trick 
 That's bound to make their partj^ sick. 
 Chorus — And away they went, &c. 
 
 AiK— " Yankoe Doodle." 
 Sound the bugle, beat the drum, wake the slumbering na- 
 tion. 
 
 Bouse the people, bid them come from every class and sta- 
 tion. 
 
KEPUELICA^f CAjIPAIGX SO^GS. 
 
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 Now tli6 strpfifsrle lipgri-ni^ f.iid it soon ^'O PTi'^ed. : 
 Gr;.ll«.i>t hoTiorc; j-anst he won, -^ it-li shini7io- lanrels blonded; 
 B-iKO, ye freemei-j, hraveanrl strnTir''— tii'i fnrfleerl« ofrlaving; 
 Ail tlie trophies tf^ be won pre vroitlv, of yyur sharbifi:. 
 
 See yoiiT roemen I what ft- mp.s^? of diverse n?.me ftnd fac- 
 tion ' 
 
 Piebald sorehead"; I what a class new "'claspinc; hands" 
 
 for n/'iion ] 
 
 How the ''pi' it'^. Ishie and P^ray, meet in loye t-osfetherl 
 Hew the wai'l'lers' sii^c a^id j??'^?/. birds of ereiy feather! 
 Y.liat's ihe magnet that can draw such concord from con- 
 fnsion V 
 
 Wha.t"s the solvent that can hold such cpposites in fu- 
 sion? 
 
 The attraction fsome have tanj^ht) of all repellant forces 
 May some instant, qvAck as thought, draw planets from 
 their courses ? 
 
 When fair Temis, bless her stars, may fall as gaj and 
 freel}^ 
 
 On the bo«om of Old Mars as Democrats on Greelej ! 
 Such the forces now at Avork, and such will be the meet- 
 ing, 
 
 "When the ** Dolly Vardens • go to Horace Crreeley greet- 
 ing. 
 
 Sound the bugle, beat the drum : high unfurl your ban- 
 ner : 
 
 Eound your leader, freemen, come : rally round the Tan- 
 ner I 
 
 He's the hero who has won renown on fields of battle- 
 He's the victor who can tan the hides of Greeley cattle ! 
 In November Grant mil ride from victory to conquest ; 
 And the people will decide for U — S the iDcnding contest ! 
 Chorus— ^oimd the bugle, beat the drum; high unfurl 
 your banner : 
 Kound your leader, freemen, come ; rally round 
 the Tanner : 
 
 He's the hero who has won renown on fields of 
 battle ; 
 
 He's the victor who can tan the hides of Greeley 
 cattle. —Washington Chronicle. 
 
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 REPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 Air— 
 
 A little bird sat on a Linden tree, 
 
 And he saiig, and lie sang, and thus sang he. 
 
 And the burden of his song and the chorus was this : 
 
 Oh, Horace ! oh, Horace ! you've sadly gone amiss ; 
 
 We'd sing for you, Horace, but we can't ' ' see the point ; " 
 
 This tamp 'ring with rebels puts your nose out of joint. 
 
 Tideree ! tideree ! get away ! get away ! 
 
 Stand from under, friend Horace, the devil's to pay ! 
 
 And the little bird chattered and hopped about, 
 
 You ne'er can be President, you've "gone up the spout;" 
 
 Your bailing Jeli Davis was not the thing quite. 
 
 And the Ides of November will send up your kite. 
 
 The last cro]) you sowed will be cut by the frost, 
 
 And you will l3e sorry for the time you have lost. 
 
 Tideree ! tideree ! 'tis a pity that you 
 
 Such an ignis fatuus did ever pursue ! 
 
 Chip ! chip ! chip ! chee-wit ! chee-wit ! 
 VVe don't like your company, Horace, a bit. 
 You're prince of the soreheads of rebels, and such, 
 But you can't come to tea with your Carl Schurz crutch. 
 For although sugar-coated^ you are destined to kill, 
 The Democracy cliolced v/hen irhey swallowed the pill. 
 Tideree ! chee-wit ! you're behind the age, 
 There's trouble in store for ' ' Chappaqua's sage ! " 
 
 General Grant licked Jeff Davis ; he'll wattle you, too, 
 And he'll lay on the timber until your hide is blue ! 
 
 0 whee ! chee ! O whee ! but you surely will rue 
 The day you embraced the horrible crew. 
 Whittery ! twittery ! slinkumpin ! 
 
 Get out of the way, you can't cum in ! 
 
 "Wliat you "know about farming," go, husband it now, 
 Chop dovm your old trees and take hold of the plough ; 
 Baked beans and potatoes make very good sauce 
 For petticoat candidates who feel very cross. 
 Whee ! whee ! whee ! Jefferson Greeley, 
 
 1 fear you are slimy, slippery, eely ! 
 
EEPUBLICAN CA:,IPAIG-N SOXGS. 
 
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 Farev;-ell, Mottier Greeley : the last graft you made 
 Knocked all of your former ones far in the shade ; 
 You engrafted yourself with treason and siDoil — 
 Hereafter, pure water will mingle with oil. 
 Tideree I "loyal" Horace, but you will look blue, 
 Yv'hen election is o'er and they did not chose you. 
 
 And when you die honest (?) let your epitaph be — 
 ' ' Here lies ]\Iother Greeley, that once gentle she ; 
 She died of a sore head. Alack I and alas I 
 That such a calamity should e'er come to pass." 
 Chitteree ! chitteree I but the grandames will splurge, 
 And " Old Grimes" I will chant as your last solemn dirge. 
 
 As.e GriiidiMg-. 
 
 Air — 
 
 There is a wood-chopper whose name is Greeley, 
 
 He chopped and he choj)ped long upon a big tree; 
 
 His ase took a slant, 
 
 And hit against Grant, 
 
 And turned the edge 
 
 For this poor sage. 
 
 This chopper, Mr. Horace Greeley — 
 
 This is he. 
 
 Ah I me, now says Horace, this axe I must grind. 
 To turn for this purpose, oh, who can I find ''i 
 This man of the quill. 
 He could not keep still : 
 For •' President " 
 He had a scent. 
 
 This wonderful Horace Greeley. O dear me. 
 
 He soon found that others had tools that were dnll, 
 TTho thought it much better to grind up) the whole ; 
 In some place to meet, 
 Their job to complete — 
 But bear in mind, 
 The biggest grind 
 
 Is for him, this farmer Greeley, Do you see ? 
 
12 REPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 At Cincinnati, then, in Ohio State, 
 
 Yi as found a big stone for the small and the great ; 
 
 This liberal thing, 
 
 'Twas said soon would bring 
 
 The keenest edge 
 
 On axe or wedge, 
 
 If held on Avith deserity. Who'll it l^e ? 
 
 The joke all can see in this singular call, 
 
 For most of these grinders— indeed, if not all — 
 
 Had tools that were hit 
 
 Upon this same grit ; 
 
 This Grant they say, 
 
 Was in the way ; 
 
 They'll turn, then, for honest Greeley, 
 
 All so tree. 
 
 But here comes more help from the honest (?) and true ; 
 
 The Tammany ring and the Baltimore crew 
 
 Will turn, all their share, 
 
 Or hold on with care, 
 
 And call it fun 
 
 To see it run, 
 
 While grinding for — Brown and Greeley, 
 
 It may ba. 
 
 But hold my dear fellows, all you that are sane, 
 This turning and grinding will ail be in vain. 
 The grit that you dread, 
 With Grant for its bed, 
 Just remember 
 Next November, 
 
 Will spoil all your mes^ you see. Poor Greeley, 
 
 Frinceton Republic. — 
 
 6* AiiytlalM^ t® Heat ^ri^Mt.''^ 
 
 Am— 
 
 "Anything to beat Grant," the soreheads now rant 
 As they give utterance to their wishes ; 
 
 Just let him be devil or let him be saint, 
 If he'll give us the "loaves and the fishes." 
 
EEPITiLICAX CAMPAIGX S0XG5, 
 
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 " Anrthing to beat Grant." for snrelT we can't. 
 
 the key-note all rebeldom pitches : 
 The song is the same, and so is the ^rant. 
 That Avas echoed Avit-hin its last ditches." 
 
 The cry is the same vre heard long ago. 
 
 T'.Tien from traitor to traitor "tvras given, 
 As the " hoys in hliie" pressed clown on the foe, 
 
 Till far from the field he was driven. 
 
 At Donelson. Vicksbnrg. and Shiloh. those words 
 
 AVere sounded o'er hilltop and billow. 
 And tliey wore the passwords of Forrest's vile hordes, 
 
 As they butchered the blacks at Fort Pillow. 
 
 At Andersonville. Salisbury. Belle Isle — 
 More loathsome than prisons for lepers — ^ 
 
 And where the officials were cruel and vile. 
 From the highest commandants to keepers. 
 
 "Anything to beat ' Yanks" " was the ^password they 
 gave, 
 
 Although it be accomplished by starving ; 
 And if. by endurance, they find, not a grave, 
 Tv'e'U help them by shooting and carving. 
 
 From the moment of Fort Donelson's fall 
 To the hour when then- Lee was defeated, 
 
 "Anything to beat Grant'' was the watchword of all, 
 By each Gen'ral and privat-e repeated. 
 
 And now 'tis the motto of " Ku-Klus" in camp. 
 
 And hissed by the low Southern rabble, 
 "While here it is echoed by each Northern scamp. 
 
 In each " sorehead " and Democrat cabal. 
 
 But Grant can't be beat by " bargain and sale," 
 T\*ith the people around him assembled : 
 
 The •■ Lib'rr-h and Locos before them shall quail, 
 As the traitors before him once trembled. 
 
 — ^Va^ldivjton Eepublican. 
 
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 EEPUELICAN CAMPAIGIvT SONGS. 
 
 A l^aiiger®ts§ Mass, 
 
 AlE— 
 
 [Mr. Sumner says Grant is a bold, bad, dangerous 
 m an . — ^eicf-paper. ] 
 
 "A bold, bad man is General Grant," 
 
 Said Floyd one gloomy night, 
 
 As oiit from Donelson he crept, 
 
 And took his hasty flight. 
 
 From Pillow's trembling lips there came 
 
 An echo sounding much the same. 
 
 And Buckner thought his chief was right, 
 
 Nor longer durst maintain the fight ; 
 
 And from the fort hangs stripes and stars. 
 
 " That Grant's a dangerous man," said they; 
 
 And doubtless think the same to-day. 
 
 "A bold, bad man is General Grant," 
 
 Said Beauregard one morn. 
 
 And from the haughty traitor's brow 
 
 The victor's wreath was torn ; 
 
 And from the field his legions went. 
 
 By orders General Grant had sent. 
 
 Then Shiloh's field v/as ours again. 
 
 Despite the host of rebel men, 
 
 "Who came an army boasting loud, 
 
 And went a panic stricken crowd ; 
 
 For Beauregard and all his men 
 
 Perhaps thought Grant was dangerous then, 
 
 " A bold, bad man is General Grant," 
 
 Said Pemberton one day ; 
 
 ' ' Entreaties are of no avail. 
 
 He will not go away. 
 
 A stubborn, mulish, dangerous man ! 
 
 He wants our rebel hides to tan." 
 
 And still Grant's cannon raked the town, 
 
 Until the rebel flags came down ; 
 
 And then our banners, rent and torn, 
 
 V/ere through the streets of Yicksburg borne. 
 
 The "bold, bad man," that glorious "Fourth," 
 
 Sent gladsome tidings to the l^orth. 
 
REPUBLICAN CA:,TPAiaX SOXGS. 
 
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 "A bold, bad man is General Grant!" 
 
 And poor Bragg's eyes -were dim 
 
 ^Vith tears : said he, ''I linow 
 
 'Tis useless fighting him." 
 
 And soon the cheers from Grant's brave men. 
 
 On Lookout's crest, told where and Aivhen 
 
 The rebel general had to run, 
 
 And Avhatthat " bold, bad man "had done. 
 
 " That Grant's a dangerous man 1"' he said, 
 
 As from the field his army fled. 
 
 "A bold, bad man is General Grant," 
 
 Said Lee, ' ' that's plain to see : 
 
 He must be Teiy bold, indeed, 
 
 To think of -u-hipping me." 
 
 Then Petersburg and Eichmond fell ; 
 
 And Appomattox — may be— Avell, 
 
 At last our hero's ^fvork Tvas done : 
 
 The final victory ^vas -won. 
 
 Perhaps the people may forget 
 
 These things, but then they haven't yet. 
 
 They needed then such " dangerous" men, 
 
 And think, perhaps, they may again, 
 
 "A bold. bad. dangerous man is Grant!" 
 Jeff Davis thought the same 
 ^'hen. running off in crinoline. 
 He to the '"last ditch " came. 
 A Ku-klux gentle voice ^vas heard. 
 And • 'Grant is dangerous," averred. ' 
 It needs must be that this is so. 
 For all these rebels ought to know. 
 Then Hall and Tvreed — good, honest men- 
 Say "Grant is bold and bad." and when 
 Such men declare it, then, forsooth. 
 Folios know that >Sumner tells the truth. 
 
 — Galena (1]].) Gazette. 
 
KEPUBLICAN CAMPAIGjST SONGS. 
 
 I^raiit^s Wliat's tlae Matter. 
 
 Air— 
 
 Bonfires blaze and cannons roar, 
 
 Y\^iiat, what's the matter ? 
 Waves the good old flag once more, 
 
 "What, what's the matter? 
 "VVe rally 'round the brave and true- 
 Freedom's battle-cry renew, 
 Hurrah for Grant and V/ilson, too, 
 That's what's the matter ; 
 
 G-rant's what's the matter now, 
 
 Grant's what's the matter. 
 To victory we're marching now, 
 That's what's the matter. 
 
 Listen to the people's voice, 
 What, what's the matter ? 
 Grant and Wilson is the choice, 
 
 That's what's the matter ; 
 On to Eichmond long ago, 
 Grant marched and laid rebellion low 
 Again to Washington he'll go, 
 ^That's what's the matter ; 
 
 Grant's what's the matter now 
 
 Grant's what's the matter. 
 To victory we're marching now 
 That's what's the matter now. 
 
 Blow the bugle, beat the drum, 
 
 What, what's the matter ? 
 The 3^ear of jubilee has come. 
 
 That's what's the matter ; 
 Grant and YVilson here v/e greet. 
 All foes before them must retreat. 
 For they're a team that can't be beat, 
 That's what's the matter ; 
 
 Grant's what's the matter now, 
 
 Grant's what's the matter. 
 To victory we're marching now, 
 That's what's the matter. 
 
EEPUELICAX CAMPAIGX S0XG5. 
 
 "Tf liat I AbGist tlie Beet 
 
 Air—-' Litile Brosvn Jug." 
 Mr friends and I have talked it o'er 
 And ai-e agreed to strive no more : 
 "We'll go for Grant and TViison. too. 
 And leave Gratz hroirn- and Greeley blue, 
 ChoTUS — Xovr linzza .' hands and feet. 
 
 Grant and "Wilson can't he beat. 
 Opossum boys in full reti'eat. 
 That's what 1 know about the beet. 
 
 Oh I Greeley vrants to rent the farm 
 Of Uncle Sam a single term : 
 The people say it ain't to let 
 To help to pay the rebel debt. 
 CJimms — Xow huzza ! hands and feet. &:q,. 
 
 "We'll give another lease to Grant. 
 Because he pays and Greeley can't : 
 And "Wilson's good if Grant should die, 
 
 But Brown is bad security. 
 
 Clwrus — Now huzza ! hands and feet. ko. 
 
 "When Jonathan was in distress 
 Grant led him through the Wilderness, 
 And when he got old -Jeff in tow 
 'Twas Greeley let the traitor go .' 
 Cliorus, — Xow huzza ! hands and feet, Jcc. 
 
 Tlysses at the race this fall 
 Will trot with Hemy round them all — 
 The Horace humbug end in smoke. 
 Oh. won't that be the richest joke ? 
 Cliorus — Xow huzza ' hands and feet. itc. 
 
 Then Brown will take a fatal spree, 
 And rum and he no more agree, 
 And Horace write a book — to treat 
 On * ■ "^'hat I know a.bout my beet. " 
 Cliorus — Xow huzza 1 hands and feet. 
 
 Grant and "Wilson can't be beat ; 
 Opossran "boys in full retreat 
 Is all I know about the beet. 
 
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 KEFUELICAN CAMPAIGi^ SONGS, 
 
 Air—" Soldier's Farewell ." — Kinkel. 
 
 Now put the ball in motion, 
 From 'East to JVestern ocean, 
 And then with shout so glorious 
 We'll join the throng victorious. 
 
 ' ' When duty calls we must obey " — 
 Hurrah for Grant by night and day- 
 Shout for the " Natick Cobbler," 
 The honest, fearless cobbler. 
 Who never shirked his duty, 
 Or sold himself for boot3^ 
 
 V/e'll hang this banner out to view, 
 Hurrah for Grant and ¥/ilson too. 
 
 Rebels no more can rule us, 
 
 Or foes at home delude us ; 
 
 Our watchword now as ever, 
 
 "The Union ne'er dissever." 
 
 On, on this line we'll fight it out, 
 For Grant and Wilson let us shout. 
 
 So Come Along aiid §w©ll out tlie Tune. 
 
 AiE— "So Come Along.'' 
 
 In Gotham there dwells a most wonderful man, 
 He's been all " things by turns " — for years in the van ; 
 He wears a white hat, which stands as the banner 
 To rally the " motleys " who rail at ourTfiimer. 
 So come along with us and swell out the tune, 
 'Bout the used-up hat of the old Tribune. 
 
 What he knows about farming, takes pride in disclosing, 
 To tyros in ditching, and draining, and hoeing ; 
 And in raising tobacco, to keep it from spoiling 
 He suggests, as it buds, to break the tin-foiling, 
 come along, &c. 
 
KEPrSLICAX CAMPAIOX SOX&S, 
 
 19 
 
 He cotmsels late plongbing, bnt don't th inly it right 
 To plongh anj later than ten o'clock at night. 
 And give the plongh the rheumatism, too chi-onic to re- 
 late, 
 
 Or set a bad example bv itayiiig out too late. 
 So come along. &c. 
 
 He eloqnates" on root croj^s. and first among the 
 number. 
 
 He says "Feed Rut-a-lagas to Durham pigs, by thunder .' 
 First, soTT them deep in drills, and use the ' patent treddla. ' 
 And you Tvill have the ' piggest crop for any one to peddle. ' " 
 So come along, (tc. 
 
 '"Have a care in picking turnips too shortly after frost, 
 Don't pull them from the bushes, or many -will be lost 
 So come along, come along, and s?rell out the tune. 
 To raise the sweetest berries just lift them with a spoon," 
 So come along. <tc. 
 
 To cap his vrondrous efforts, he's groxdng a lig leat,''' 
 As dessert for Democrats who boiled a " crow " to eat : 
 And this cooking both together will make unsavory feed 
 For the palates of a Schtu'z, a Sumner, and a Tweed. 
 So come along with us and sweU out the tune, 
 'Bout the used-ui) hat of the old Tribune. 
 
 OiiF Grant IL-eadg tlie Sattle. 
 
 Ait. — " AVair for the Yragon." 
 Move on ye mighty heroes and swell the song of joy. 
 
 Otu' soldier's in the contest, in his triumphal jaunt ; 
 So Tote the ticket fully, without the least ahoy. 
 
 And tell the world the ricthy is borne aloft by Grant. 
 CTiorus — Then wait for the wagon, wait for the wagon, 
 TVeTL wait for the wagon, and vote for U. S. 
 Grant. 
 
 No schism in our party, no Greeley hats we'll weai', 
 But true to all the Union the song will be extant. 
 
 Iso Greeley in our messes, no Brown is in our share, 
 But heading vict'ry's colunm is noble T7. S. Grant. 
 
 CJiorui — Then wait for the wagon, kc. 
 
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 KEPUBLICAJN' CAMPAIGN SOJS^GS. 
 
 Our nation, true and miglity, feels safe in Grant's com- 
 mand, 
 
 To bear the conflict onward without the least aslant, 
 K o bloody battles raging, but olive branch in hand, 
 
 HoY\^ well our country prospers with honest U. S, Grant. 
 CiMTUS — Then wait for the wagon, &c. 
 
 Four millions of our brethren from slavery's bonds set free, 
 Join in our happy triumph with songs most jubilant ; 
 
 They'll all support the ticket that elected is to be, 
 
 And shout m v/ildest pleasure for honored U, S. Grant. 
 
 Cuorus — Then wait for the wagon, &c. 
 
 Unbroken let our marches in rank and file be seen, 
 To light the mongrel party of Greeley and his cant ; 
 
 \y ith peace upon our banners, all worthj" hearts will glean, 
 The States of this great nation with votes for U. S. Grant. 
 
 Cj'wtus — Then wait for the wagon, &c. 
 
 Yve'll never go for Greeley, for Greeley, never, no. 
 
 But put to ilight his minstrels and hush their sickly rant ; 
 
 We'll carry all the Union, and lay the traitors low, 
 And fight it out on this line, electing U. S. Grant. 
 
 C 'iMTUii — Then v/ait for the wagon, &c. 
 
 Eurrah ! hurrah ! forever, let not a single man 
 
 Stand back vvith churlish feelings, but strike the winning 
 chant. 
 
 To lead the host to victory, now do the best you can, 
 And send to the Old White House our glorious U, S. 
 Grant. 
 
 Chorus — Then wait for the wagon, &c. 
 
 We Will Fig-Iit ©II tla© liiiie. 
 
 Air — 
 
 ["I will fight it out on this line if it takes all summer." — 
 
 U. S, Gra7it.'] 
 \Y e will fight on the line where we fought in the past. 
 
 V^^ith our banners aloft in the midst of the fray. 
 And our hearts and our hands in the conflict we cast, 
 
 Till our trophies of triumph we carry away ! 
 
EEPUBLICAJN" CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 21 
 
 Lo 1 the reveille calls us from siuniber and rest, 
 As we gird on the armor anew for the field ; 
 
 And the clarion of Freedom, w-ith solemn behest, 
 Eids the warrior advance — but he never must yield. 
 
 We wall fight on the line for the Union we love, 
 
 For the sake of the men who baijtised it with t-ears, 
 ■For the blessings that beam from the Father above, 
 
 For the glories that circle its century years ; 
 Kot a link shall we lose of the wonderful chain 
 
 That has bound us as one in the strongest of ties ; 
 Not a star shall we lose — not a valley or plain, 
 
 But shall join in the songs that roll up to the skies. 
 
 "SVe will fight on the line for the rights of all men, 
 
 For the children that come from each nation and clime, 
 Till they learn the same songs, and the chorus, and then 
 
 Bind all their strong hearts in a union sublime ; 
 Not a clank of a chain in this land of the free ! 
 
 Not a fetter to rust with the tears of a slave 1 
 Not a shadow to fall from the sea to the sea, 
 
 But the sunlight of Peace where its banner shall wave. 
 
 Yv' e will fight on the line till the conflict is o'er ! 
 Till the spirit is dead that has lingered so long ! 
 
 Till the light of the Truth on the ruins shall pom- 
 New life for the dead, and the right for the wrong : 
 
 Till the warm Southern breezes new fragrance shall bear 
 To the hills of the North, which shall welcome the boon, 
 
 And the East and the West in the labor shall share 
 Which shall waken the South to the glory of noon. 
 
 We will fight it on the line for The Maetye that fell, 
 
 When the laurel of fame was entvdned on his brow, 
 For the heroes that bowed to the shot and the shell, 
 
 And the children they leave to our guardianship now. 
 Every man to the front i We are comrades to-day ! 
 
 At the call of the roll let each answer his name ! 
 And the. smoke of the field shall soon vanish away 
 
 To leave it with honor and glory aflame. 
 
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 EEPUBLICAW CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 FigLt we, then, on the line, for the strife is begun ! 
 
 And the union of Peace is the jyrize jnBt before ; 
 Let the battle wear on — when the field has been won, 
 
 The foeman we meet v^e shall challenge no more ! 
 But the field will give birth to new hopes for the age, 
 
 And the glories that love and redemption decree, 
 While the Vvorld shall behold in onr golden-writ page 
 
 The new splendors that float o'er the home of the free 
 
 New York, June 7, 1872. — Wm, O. Bourne. 
 
 . Air — " Tramp, tramp, tramp," &e. 
 
 In the early morning light 
 We will hail the glorious sight 
 
 Of our banner floating proudly in the air ; 
 And we'll bless the chieftain brave 
 Who our native land did save, 
 
 And v/e'll keep him in the Presidential chair. 
 QliQvus- — " Grant, Grant, Grant !" the boys are shouting, 
 Loud hosannas fill the air. 
 To swap horses well not dream 
 While we're crossing o'er the stream ; 
 So we'll heep him in the Presidential chair. 
 
 Though foul slavery's course is run. 
 And the jubilee begun, 
 
 Yet the foeman's muttered curses fill the air ; 
 And to bury out of sight 
 , All the wrong, the shame, the blight. 
 
 We v/ill keep him in the Presidential chair. 
 
 ■ Grant, Grant, Grant, &c. 
 
 On the ' ' dark and bloody ground, " 
 Where the baying of the hound 
 
 ■ And the slave-whip's cruel music filled the air ; 
 There his bright sword cut the thong 
 
 That had bound our limbs so long, 
 
 So we'll keep him in the Presidential chair. 
 Grant, Grant, Grant, &c. 
 
REPUBLIC AIT CAMPAIGI^ SONGS. 
 
 But our " liberEil "-minded friends, 
 Just to suit their selfish ends, 
 
 Now endeavor to convince our folks that \ve 
 Should go back " upon the chief 
 "Who has banished all our grief. 
 
 And whose prowess in the battle set us free. 
 Grant, Grant, Grant, &g. 
 
 "Nepotism," we suppose, 
 
 Is the cause of all their woes : 
 
 Of quack " doctors " we advise them to beware, 
 And for their stomachs" sake, 
 A recess from care to take, 
 
 And avoid the Capitol's "polluted" air. 
 Grant, Grant, Grant, &c. 
 
 But we know they grieve and fret, 
 And their cheeks with tears are wet. 
 
 For they say Grant's taking presents is a sin ; 
 But we beg them bear in mind, 
 While their " axes they do grind," 
 
 That he nothing takes that don't belong to him. 
 Grant, Grant, Grant, &c. 
 
 But no " bird " or beast of prey 
 E'er shall turn us from our way ; 
 
 " Doolittle," or do much, 'tis all the same ; 
 For our " Garrison" is true. 
 And with his bright helm in view, 
 
 "We will do our duty on election day. 
 Grant, Grant, Grant, &c. 
 
 To the wrong we'll never yield ; 
 
 And we're locking shield with shield ; 
 
 And, despite of all our "Liberal" friends may say 
 We are girded for the fight, 
 And will battle for the right : 
 
 And we're bound to vote for Grant election day. 
 Grant, Grant, Grant, &c. 
 
 Though the contest may be long, 
 We're nine hundred thousand strong ; 
 
 If they crowd us, we a million votes can throw ; 
 
EEPUBLIGAN CAMPAIOISr SONGS. 
 
 And we vow, wifh lifted hand, 
 Hear it, O our native land ! 
 
 That for Grant and V/ilson we are sure to go. 
 Grant, Grant, Grant, &c. 
 
 —Elijah W. 
 
 Witla ©reelej Wou Can't F®©I o§ 
 
 Air — " Yankee Doodle." 
 
 Election day is coming on, 
 
 The day we choose our rulers, 
 And Grant's the man for President ; 
 
 With Greeley you can't fool us. 
 Chorus — Yankee Doodle is the tune 
 Americans delight in, 
 'Twill do to whistle, dance, or sing, 
 And Grant's the man for fighting. 
 
 This Greeley — tell us, what is he ? 
 
 A wily politician, 
 And slippery, too, as any eel, 
 
 He is ne'er in one position. 
 
 Chorus — Yaiikee Doodle is the tuno, i%c 
 
 Once on a time this Greeley was 
 
 Eepublican so royal. 
 He could not bear the Democrats, 
 
 Because they were disloyal. 
 Chorits. 
 
 He called them all the filthy names 
 His head and heart could conjure ; 
 
 And thus he belched out all his spleen, 
 In epithets like thunder. 
 
 ChO/^US. 
 
 The Democrats, pray, what are they, 
 
 But perjurers and liars ? 
 They can't be trusted, and I vow ^ 
 
 The scamps I can't admire. 
 Chorus. 
 
EEPUBLICAN CAilPAI&X SOXGS. 
 
 25 
 
 The Democrats are ignorant, 
 
 And sottish, too, to boot, sir, 
 Love rum, hate niggers, and snch lilie — 
 
 They are far beioTv the brate. sir. 
 Clioriifi. 
 
 They are black-legs, burglars, murderers, lliieYea — 
 
 Keep dens of prostitution — 
 And thriTB on others' ignorance, 
 
 They cause much destitution ! 
 Cliorus. 
 
 Leivd. ruS.anly, and criminals, 
 
 Without one spark of grace, sir : 
 'Tis time such 'cermin should be crushed. 
 
 To give our country peace, sir. 
 Cliorus. 
 
 Now, Democrats, this is the man 
 
 Has thus abused your party — 
 How can you give h i in your support, 
 
 For President, so hearty ? 
 
 Cliorus. -■- - - 
 
 True, if you vrhip a spaniel dog. 
 
 He'll f ollo-vr you more freely : 
 But vriU you imitate the brute, 
 
 And sneak on after Greeley ? 
 - Chorvj^. 
 
 ^Ve do not want a President 
 
 "Who is the choice of traitors ; 
 Hurrah for Grant I the only man. 
 
 To whip out Union haters. 
 Cliorm. 
 
 And when election day oomes on, 
 
 We'll vote for Grant right hearty ; 
 We think more ox our self-respect 
 Than of the clioi.n-cliow party. 
 
 C/iorzAs— Yankee Doodle is the tune, &c. 
 JIooESs, K. Y.— 
 
REPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 Am— 
 
 We meet to-night, prepared to fight 
 
 For victory once more ; 
 We proudly come, with torch and drum, 
 
 And the loud cannon's roar. 
 We'll raise a note from every throat, 
 
 And sing a hearty chant ; 
 Let's all unite to shout and fight 
 For Wilson and for Grant. 
 Ghorus — For Wilson and for Grant, my boys, 
 For Wilson and for Grant ; 
 Let's all unite to shout and fight 
 For Wilson and for Grant. 
 
 Let " soreheads '' growl and loudly howl 
 
 For Greeley and for Brown, 
 But never fear, we'll raise a cheer, 
 
 That will their voices drown. 
 Let Horace teach, and Sumner preach, 
 
 Let Schurz and Davis rant, 
 We'll all unite to shout and fight 
 For Wilson and for Grant. 
 
 For Wilson and for Grant, my boys, 
 
 For Wilson and for Grant ; 
 We'll all unite to shout and fight 
 For Yvilson and for Grant. 
 
 The Boys in Blue are always true, 
 And Grant has been their pride. 
 From Vicksburg's height to Richmond's fight 
 
 He's been their friend and guide. 
 Then let's unite, all hands to-night, 
 
 To sing the people's chant, 
 And it shall be full three times three 
 For Wilson and for Grant. 
 
 For Wilson and for Grant, my boys, 
 
 For Wilson and for Grant ; 
 And it shall be full three times throe 
 For Wilson and for Grant. 
 
EEPUBLIOAN" CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 27 
 
 A Campalg-ii Song". 
 
 Air— "Kingdom Coming." 
 
 [Written for the Marietta Eegister, by the Muskingum 
 Township Union Band.] 
 
 Say, Union boys, have you seen old Greeley 
 
 With the dough upon his face ? 
 He has left the good old Union party, 
 And taken J eff Davis' place. 
 The Union Greeley, ha ! ha ! 
 The secesh Greeley, ho ! ho ! ^ _ 
 
 The Anything to beat Granc" Greeley — 
 But he'll lind he can't win so. 
 
 He went from New York on to Richmond 
 
 For to go Jeff Davis' bail ; 
 He got hold then of the secesh feelings, 
 
 But the hold was on the tail I • _ 
 
 For a better hold, ha I ha I 
 He had to bolt, ho I ho | 
 From the good and true old Union party, 
 But he'll find he can't win so. 
 
 ■When Greeley run the New York Tribune 
 
 He said that "B. Gratz Brown 
 Was a little red-headed party traitor" — 
 Just please to put that down ! 
 With Brown, a traitor, ha ! ha ! 
 And Greeley a greater, ho ! ho ! 
 No true blue boy will go the ticket 
 And they v\-ill find it so I 
 
 Old Greeley's farming at Chappaqua, 
 
 And cutting all his trees ; 
 He'll be left out in the cold, November, 
 So far that he will freeze ! 
 So choj) your wood, ha ! ha ! 
 'T^\iil do 5-0 a good, ho ! ho I 
 You'll need it after the fall election, 
 You'll fiiid that this is so I 
 
28 EEPUBLICAN" CAMPAIGJST &ONGS. 
 
 Air—" Not for Joseph." 
 
 The people are arising now 
 
 In majesty and might, 
 They are resolved to light again 
 
 The battle for the right. 
 And to elect that noble chief 
 Who, in the hour of strife, 
 Dismayed the foe on every field 
 And saved the nation's life. 
 (Spoken.) — And therefore, so accordingly, ail the people 
 say and sing— 
 
 Oh ! dear, no ! Not for Ho — 
 
 Do not bore us with old Horace ! 
 Oh ! dear, no ! Not for Ho — 
 Vv e can't go him ! We go Grant ! 
 
 The Democrats are all dismayed, 
 
 They say we're surely sold, 
 This Cincinnati ticket 
 
 Has left us in the cole 
 And th:.n the secesh element 
 
 Appeared at Baltimore, 
 And ruled the roost and v/on the game 
 
 As in the days of yore. 
 (Spoken ) — And therefore, &c. — 
 
 The people nov/ see through the trick, 
 They see with half an eye 
 \ This long-la^ d game of him who sang ; 
 "You lie, you thief, you lie !" 
 So let him go and chop his wood, 
 
 Or write for The Tribune. 
 The Guards, the tanners, boys in blue. 
 Are marching to this tune. 
 (Sjioken.) — And therefore, &c. — 
 
 Now, out in old Missouri State, 
 
 Lives one who wears long hair, 
 The people call him B. Gratz Brown, 
 \ The dummy of Frank Blair, 
 
EEPUBLICAN" CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 29 
 
 And surely he can neTer beat 
 
 Our noble Wilson true. 
 The soldier's friend throughout the war ; 
 "We pledge to hiin his due ; 
 (Spoken,) — And all the people sa}', &c. 
 
 And now, my friends, you take your choice, 
 
 Election is at hand, 
 Throw up your cap, hurrah for Grant, 
 
 And join us in our band, 
 For surely in November next * 
 
 Zoull hear the welcome shout 
 That Grant, who never has been whipped, 
 
 Has put these foes to rout. 
 (Spoken.) — And all the people say, &c. 
 
 — C. B. Palmer. 
 
 Tune—" Old Tip's the Boy." 
 
 Grant is the man will surely win, 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! 
 To vote for Greeley would be a sin, 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah I 
 His nag is lame, the people say. 
 He cannot run on election day ; 
 Make ready, then, and clear the v>'aj, 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! 
 
 Did Horace hear the news of late, 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! 
 From the old North Car'iina State ? 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! 
 Now North Carlina's Union too, 
 Has proved herself both good and true, 
 And tells what other States xAH do. 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah I 
 
 That Sumner letter would not do. 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! 
 Our colored friends proved firm and true. 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! 
 
REPUBLICAN CAMPATG-N- SONGS. 
 
 Since we all know onr cause is right, 
 We'll go to work with all onr might, 
 And put the mongrels all to flight. 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! 
 
 To all soreheads and Liberals too, 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! 
 We have a word to say to you. 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! 
 We'll try to save you from disgrace. 
 If you'll come back into your place, 
 For we will surely win the race. 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! 
 
 Now let us all with one accord, 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! 
 
 Work on till Grant gets his reward. 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! 
 
 Our noble hero of the West 
 
 Knows what will suit his country best, 
 
 He's firm and true, he stood the test, 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! 
 
 AlE — 
 
 We, the people, want to know 
 
 If that aged cipher 
 Who once bailed the nation's foe 
 
 Now is Freedom's fif er ; 
 If his "On to Eichmond" cries 
 
 From The Tribune's steeple. 
 And his modern lullabies 
 
 Please the Southern people. 
 
 We, the people of the age, 
 
 Ask if men are scanty. 
 That they bring upon the stage 
 
 Such a weak old auntie ? 
 Like a rhyme that lays pretence 
 
 To a dozen meters — 
 Like a chicken on the fence. 
 
 Or a board that teeters. 
 
REPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 KeacMng to the White House latch — 
 
 (Ah! the joke is charming,) 
 Telling from his little patch 
 
 What he knows of farming ; 
 Looking to the powers that be, 
 
 Like a very valet, 
 Turns the hue of ev'ry tree 
 
 Only for a ballot. 
 
 Very tenderly we speak 
 
 Of the aged sinner, 
 Who has been, through life, too "^eak 
 
 Ever to be winner. 
 While we trust (the wish will slip, 
 
 We've no heart to chide it) 
 That the man who saved the ship, 
 
 God will Grant to guide it. 
 
 Air — " Rally 'round the flag." 
 
 We'll sing a song for U. S, Grant, 
 
 So listen while we tell — 
 Shouting the battle-cry of freedom ! 
 
 Of one who for the last four years 
 Has ruled the nation well — 
 
 Shouting the battle-cry of freedom ! 
 Chorus — The Union forever ! Hurrah boys, hurrah ! 
 Down with old Greeley 
 And up with the star ; 
 
 Yes, we'll rally round the flag, boys, 
 Kally once again, 
 Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom ! 
 
 We're bound to keep him President 
 No matter what they say. 
 
 Shouting the battle-cry of freedom ! 
 We'll sing for him throughout the night 
 And vote for him by day, 
 ShoTating the battle-cry of freedom ! 
 Chorus — The Union forever ! &c. 
 
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 EEPUELICAN 
 
 CAMPAIGN SONG-S. 
 
 Now sitting in the "White House, he 
 Is doing all he can, 
 
 Shouting the battle-cry of freedom ! 
 He never can be beaten 
 By any Greeley man, 
 
 Shouting the battle-cry of plunder i 
 Chorus — The Union forever ! &o. 
 
 He planned our battles, fought and won. 
 Did peace and victory bring, 
 
 Shouting the battle-cry of freedom .' 
 Without the aid of Ku-Klux Klans 
 Or of the Tammany Eing, 
 
 Shouting the battle-cry of plunder ! 
 Cliorus — The Union forever ! &c. 
 
 Let others blow for Horace G. 
 And for his old white hat. 
 
 Shouting the battle-cry of plunder ! 
 But soon they'll sing another tune, 
 You may be sure of that. 
 
 Shouting the battle-cry of freedom ! 
 Chm'us — The Union forever ! &c. 
 
 Our Nation now is prosperous 
 And peace stands at the door, 
 
 Shouting the battle-cry of freedom ! 
 He has reduced the public debt 
 Three hundred millions o'er, 
 
 Shouting the battle-cry of freedom ! 
 CJiorus — The Union forever ! &c. 
 
 We know there cannot be a doubt 
 That Grant will keep his seat. 
 
 Shouting the battle-cry of freedom ! 
 For Horace Greeley says himself 
 Ulysses can't be beat, 
 
 Shouting the battle-cry of freedom ! 
 Chorus — The Union forever ! &c. 
 
KEPULLICAX CA2vIPAlGX S02s^GS. 
 
 33 
 
 Then all you old-line Democrats," 
 "We vrant yon all to kao~, 
 
 Shonting the battle-cry of freedom ! 
 That "^rhen yon're taking Horace dovm 
 
 Yon"re eating hard-lDoiled crow." ' _ - 
 
 Shouting the battle-cry of freedom I 
 Cftorus—The Union forever : ka. 
 
 — '^hig and Courier, 
 
 Orant i§ at tlie Melm. Boys. 
 
 AlP.— 
 
 Oh. see the gallant shi^D of State, 
 
 ^Vith freedom's fiag on high : 
 She throAvs the angry Avaxes aside, 
 
 And dashes x^-ondly by. 
 For Grant is at the helm, boys. 
 
 Silent,' calm, and firm ; . - 
 
 And he shall be our piLot, boy^, 
 
 Still another term. 
 
 Oh, see the gallant ship of State, 
 
 Her crew is true ancT tried : 
 How steadily she holds her course 
 
 Upon the foaming tide. 
 For Grant is at the helm, boys, 
 
 Silent, calm, and firm : 
 And he shall be our pilot, boys, 
 
 Still another term. 
 
 Oh, see the gallant Ship of Stat-e, 
 
 SheTL reach that harbor yet ; 
 "While sm ilin g skies look ever doTm 
 
 And storms are never met. 
 For Grant is at the helm, boys 
 
 Silent, calm, and firm. ; 
 And he shall be our pilot, boys. 
 
 Still another term. 
 
 —X r. standard. 
 
REPCTELICAN CAMPAiaN SONGS. 
 
 Witclaes' Scene fr©iii Mac^reeloy. 
 
 WHICH IS SEEN TO BE A PACT. 
 
 Air— 
 
 Bound about tlie caldron go, 
 In the nauseous notions throw ! 
 Scalp of Davis, Trumbull's hair, 
 Head of Cochrane, hand of Blair, 
 Palmer's late disjointed nose, 
 Voorhees' fingers, Hendricks' toes, 
 Jeff's bedraggled petticoat, 
 Sumner's speeches, learned by rote, 
 Greeley's old secession writing, 
 Ku-ldux laws, like caustic biting, 
 Stephens' sermons, dull and dry, 
 Mixed with concentrated lye. 
 Moistened weU with brandy straight, 
 Say six glasses — may be eight. 
 
 Double, double, toil and trouble ! 
 Let the caldron boil and bubble ! 
 Here the " Liberal " hogs must wallow, 
 All they hated they must swallow. 
 
 Eound the caldron sweat and sing, . 
 In the unpleasant items fling ! 
 In the pot the 'possum throw. 
 Breast of buzzard, craw of crow, 
 Cherries ripe, and claws of crab, 
 Make the mixture thick and slab ; 
 State-rights doctrines simmered down, 
 Old Democracy done brown, 
 Schurz's sweetest Gemian tones, 
 Union soldiers' buried bones, 
 Toombs' spite and Piatt's gabble, 
 Northern mudsills, Southern rabble. 
 Wise's nonsense, Sumner's cant — 
 Anything on earth but Grant ! 
 
 Double, double, toil and trouble ! 
 Let the caldron boil and bubble ! 
 
EEFUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS. 35 
 
 Stir the monstrous mixture ■well, 
 Taste it often, never smell ; 
 Fear no stroke of cholera morbus^ 
 "While our hopes of spoil absorb 
 
 Dance about the boiling pot, 
 
 Keep the mixture thick and hot ; 
 
 Eound about the caldron go, 
 
 Horace White will puff and blow ; 
 
 Schurz ^nll help them, somewhat loth, 
 
 Both the Blairs will boss the broth, 
 
 Throw in Tipton, toss in Tweed, 
 
 Admiral Semmes, and Whitelaw Eeid ; 
 
 Dana's sunshine, Pomeroy's bricks, 
 
 Will like oil and water mix. - , 
 
 Add the poisonous coj'jperhead, 
 
 Pile in memories of the dead, 
 
 John Brown's body, Johnston's ghost, 
 
 Shackles, chains, and whipping-post ; 
 
 Pryor's pistol. Brooks' cane. 
 
 Blood of patriots spilled in vain — ^ . 
 
 Such a mess will free the nation 
 
 From its nervous (hie ! ) prostration. ■ ■ , 
 
 Double, double, toil and trouble ! 
 Let the caldron boil and bubble ! 
 Dip your spoons and all begin. 
 
 0, creation! it's too thin I 
 
 ENTEE m'gEEELEY. 
 
 MacG. — How now, ye dark and secret midnight 
 
 hags ; what do ye here ? 
 M?^st Witch. — A deed without a name. 
 MacG. — You lie, you villain ! you lie ! 
 
 Am — The Days when we went Gypsying." 
 From North to South, from East to West 
 
 The rallying cry we hear ; 
 "Utysses Grant and victory" 
 
 Ee-echoes far and near. 
 
REPUBLIC CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 For he it was who saved our flag 
 
 From infamy and shame, 
 And led our fighting boys in blue 
 
 To glory and to fame. 
 Chorus — Hurrah for Grant ! hurrah for Grant I 
 And let the chorus be 
 Success to him who led us on 
 To many a victory. 
 
 At Donelson he met the foe, 
 
 And quickly made them yield ; 
 At Shiloh, though the work was hot, 
 
 Ulysses won the field. 
 And then he called on Pemberton, 
 
 And filled him with dismay, 
 And taught him how to celebrate 
 
 Our Independence day. 
 Chorus — Hurrah for Grant, &c. 
 
 From field to field Ulysse'J went; 
 
 At last the conquered Liee 
 Surrendered sword and army, too, 
 
 Beneath the apple tree. 
 And so the war was ended there, 
 
 The people think it fair 
 That Grant should occupy again 
 
 The Presidential chair. 
 Chorus — Hurrah for Grant, &c. 
 
 And Wilson, too, the people want, 
 
 And will not be denied j 
 A statesman, faithful, brave, and true, 
 
 Who has been often tried. 
 Then fling our banner to the breeze, 
 
 The red, the white, and blue ; 
 And push the column forward, boys, 
 
 For Grant and Wilson, too. 
 Chorus — Hurrah for Grant, &c. 
 
 The rebel chiefs may rave and shout 
 
 For Greeley and for Brown ; 
 November next will tell the tale, 
 
 And send them further down. 
 
EEPtTBLICAN CAMPAIGI^T SONGS. 
 
 "We beat them on the battle-field 
 In many a bloody fight, 
 
 We'll conqiier at the ballot-box, 
 
 For we are in the right, 
 Chorus — Hurrah for Grant, &c. 
 
 Tlae Presidesitial Itace. 
 
 Air — " Camptown Races." 
 
 The Presidential race is on, 
 
 Du da, du da. 
 Who first will get to Washington ? 
 
 Oh, de dn, da day. 
 There are two fiyers on the course, 
 
 Du da, du da. 
 The fast Grant nag and Greeley horse, 
 Oh, who will win the day ? 
 Chorus — The Grant nag runs it free. 
 The Greeley horse is lame. 
 He has too big a load, you see, 
 He ne'er can win the game ? 
 
 The steed which bears the glorious flag, 
 
 Du da, du da. 
 Of Grant was never known to lag, 
 Oh, de du, da day, 
 • He was in front at Donelson, 
 Du da, du da, 
 He dashed at Yicksburg and 'twas won. 
 He always wins the day. 
 Chorus — The Grant nag, &c. 
 
 In the wilderness he took a brush, 
 
 Du da, du da. 
 At Petersburg he made a rush, 
 
 Oh, de du, da day. 
 His fijial tilt at General Lee, 
 
 Du, da, du da. 
 Forever made the nation free, 
 
 Oh, blessed, glorious day. 
 Chorus— The Grant nag, &c. 
 
88 EErUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 . This horse then took a V/hite House stall, 
 Du da, du da, 
 He went there at the people's call, 
 
 Oh, de du, da day. 
 He's saved a mighty heap of grain, 
 
 Du da, du da. 
 We'd better send him there again, 
 That's what the people say. 
 Chorus — The Grant nag, &c. 
 
 And now about this Greeley steed, 
 
 Du da, du da, 
 , He's spavined, ring-boned, rode by Tweed, 
 , , Oh, de du, da day, 
 
 Old Tammany has dipt his tail, 
 
 Du da, du da, 
 And now he feeds on Davis' bale 
 Of Democratic hay. 
 Chorus — The Grant nag runs it free, 
 You all may bet on that, 
 And in November you will see 
 Sim smash that Greeley hat. 
 
 We §liall S©Ild ©-o F©f Grrasat, 
 
 AiE — "Suit Yourself." 
 There is great commotion going 
 
 On within the country now, 
 Liberal politicians "blowing" 
 
 How the people prone should bow 
 Dovm before Gratz Brown and Greeley. 
 
 But we spurn their foolish rant. 
 And uj)on the day of voting, 
 'We shall solid go for Grant. 
 
 Fret and fume with all your fury, 
 
 Spread the eagle, burst the gun ; 
 Xet the people are the jury. 
 
 And will beat you at that fun,. , 
 For they reason well and cipher. 
 
 And have seen the elephant ; 
 Sp upon the day of voting, 
 
 We shall solid go for Grant. 
 
EEPUBLICAX CA:MPAIGX SOXGS. 
 
 39 
 
 Those reformers (?) ^ho are blovring, 
 
 Better had themselves refonn, 
 For the people are quite knowing^ 
 
 And can look beyond the storm. 
 And they know right weU. you're lying 
 
 When you Horace Greeley chant ; 
 So, upon the day of voting, 
 
 We shall solid vote for Grant, 
 
 Then blovr on vrith all your bellows, 
 Kiss the cat, and eat the crow ; 
 
 Ye are 'tarnal mighty feUows, 
 And may make an ugly show. 
 
 But I swear by all that's lovely, 
 That elect your man you can't ; 
 
 For so soon it comes to voting, 
 "We shall solid go for Grant. 
 
 Old Men's Gl-rant Meeting", 
 
 AiB— " Benny Havens, 0!" 
 
 Well, wife, we've had a meetin' at the school-house on the 
 hiU, 
 
 And I was chosen chairman, to keep the old men still ; 
 But I found I couldn't do it ; each man doA^n his cane 
 would plant. 
 
 And shout with all the voice he had, " I'm goin' in f or 
 Grant." 
 
 Chorus — We're goin' in for Grant, 
 
 We're goin' in for Grant ; 
 Then shout aloud and tell the crowd 
 We're goin' in for Grant. 
 
 We talked about the last four years, what great t hin gs had 
 been done ; 
 
 How the nation's debt had melted like the snow before 
 the sun : 
 
 We said, to keep it meltin", do a better thing we can't, 
 Than to stick and hang together, and all go in for Grant. 
 Olwrus — We're goin' in for Grant, &c. 
 
40 REPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 We all looked through our spectacles upon the naked facts, 
 Then drew the veil of charity o'er giant Sumner's acts : 
 We said, "We like you, Sumner, but go your way wo 
 can't " — 
 
 Then made the school-house echo with a rousing shout for 
 Grant. 
 
 J Chorus — We're goin' in for Grant, &c. 
 
 We didn't have much charity for Trumbull or for Schurz, 
 They stand around the party gate, a pair of snarling curs ; 
 Their speeches cannot harm us, nor make Grant toe the 
 mark, 
 
 He's an old Galena tanner, and knows how to handle hark. 
 Chorus — We're goin' in for Grant, &c. 
 
 We talked about Grant's smokin' ; we thought it no great 
 sin — 
 
 To vote that out of office we might vote a worse one in ; 
 ;And seein' we were smokers, 'twouldn't do for us to rant, 
 So we lit our pipes together, and smoked the health of 
 Grant. 
 
 Chorus — We're goin' in for Grant, &c. 
 
 In the days of the rebellion none of us could go to fight, 
 But we read from morn till evening how he battled for the 
 right ; 
 
 He has been the nation's servant in the days of peace and 
 war, 
 
 And treason melts before him like the smoke from his cigar. 
 Chorus — We're goin' in for Grant, &c. 
 
 After I'd adjourned the meetin' I gave each the friendly 
 grip; 
 
 We every one determined to stand by the war-tried ship ; 
 We will not topple over, we will not even slant, 
 But put our canes down firm and strong, and stand up 
 straight for Grant. 
 
 Chorus—'We'ie goin' in for Grant, &c. 
 
 —John H. Hates. 
 
41 
 
 Tlie Yoiiiig Men's €3-raiit Meeting. 
 
 Am — "Benny Havens, 0! " 
 
 So the " Old Men " had a meeting ! ^ell, that's nevrs I like 
 to hear, 
 
 Tor, if they lead the vanguard, -we may follow vrithont 
 fear : 
 
 If owe fathers cnt old Greeley I don't see why we can't; 
 So we yoimg men called a meeting to talk about old Grant. 
 Chorus — We will stand by General Grant, 
 
 AVe will stand by General Grant, 
 And elect for onr nest President 
 The hero, U. S. Grant. 
 
 Yes, we had a rousing meeting in the new Masonic Hall, 
 And that grand and spacious building was full from wall 
 to wall ; 
 
 And each delegation carried the good "Red, White, and 
 Blue," 
 
 While on each banner was inscribed, "We'll stand by 
 Grant, the true." 
 
 Chorus — We will stand by General Grant, &c. 
 
 Ulysses was not there ; no, nor Wilson nor Colfax — ■ 
 They left it for the young men to wield the battle-axe, 
 And right bravely did they do it — speaking out their bold 
 intent 
 
 To support no other candidate but Grant for President. 
 Chorus — We will stand by General Grant, &c. 
 
 We know Grant smokes, and so do we, and if Greeley 
 
 don't look out, 
 On the 9th of next November we will surely smoke him out ; 
 And then of course he'll have to go, (the prospect is most 
 
 charming.) 
 
 Back to edit The Tribune and theorize on farming. 
 Chorus — We will stand by General Grant, &c. 
 
 We had many speeches there, and they were good and 
 strong ; 
 
 And loud and lusty were the cheers that rose from out 
 the thi'ong ; 
 
42 REPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 For they thonght of the rebellion, and General Grant, the^ 
 true, 
 
 "Who took Eichmond and the rebels, which no. one, else 
 could do. 
 
 Chorus — We will stand by General Grant, Sea. . 
 
 But 'mid the other speakers there was one who rose and said : 
 "I had a father, brother, too, who nobly fought and bled 
 For that old Starry Banner, and they sleep beneath the sod, 
 And I've none left but my mother, my country, and my 
 God ! " 
 
 Chorus — I will stand by General Grant, &c. 
 
 *' I've lost two limbs in battle, as you, my comrades, know, 
 I don't begrudge the sacrifice, they're gone, and let them go ; 
 But I want all brave and true men to stand by Grant and 
 right, 
 
 And put the rebel Democrats to most inglorious flight." 
 Chorus — We will stand by General Grant, &c. 
 
 Then we raised one hand to Heaven, put the other on the 
 heart. 
 
 And swore by that old Banner to nobly do our part. 
 And show the Greeley faction that there's no such word as 
 can't, 
 
 When we battle for our country with a leader such as Grant. 
 Chorus — Yf e will stand by General Grant, &c. 
 
 And so you see we're ready ; though Greeley's on the track, 
 We'll meet the allied forces and bravely press them back ; 
 They may swear and sweat and swagger with aU their 
 
 "Liberal " cant. 
 We're bound for our next President to have the hero. Grant, 
 
 Chorus — We wiU stand by General Grant, &c. 
 
 Tlie ©Id Wliite Mat, 
 
 Air — " When this old hat was new." 
 
 When this old hat was new, my boys, 
 The Democrats swore freely, 
 
 And day and night, with great delight, 
 They damned old Horace Greeley. 
 
eepublica:^ caz^paigx soxg-s, 
 
 But novr a cliange lias o"er them come, 
 
 The like I neTer saw, 
 They now are wearing Greeley hats, 
 
 And shouting Chappaqua. 
 
 Charles Stunner's now a patriot, 
 
 A " statesman tried and trae. '■' 
 But Bnlly Brooks broke Su m ner's head, 
 
 "SVhen this old hat was new. 
 The Democrats all cried well done, 
 
 And said he'd got his due, 
 And swore they'd hang old G-reeley nest, 
 
 When this old hat was new. 
 
 "Wlien this old hat was new, my boys, 
 
 Dan Yoorhees was the man, 
 "Whose tall, proud form to victory led 
 
 The Democratic clan. 
 But now they have ruled Daniel out ; 
 
 They say he will not do, 
 Because he stands right where he stood, 
 
 When this old hat was new. 
 But Daniel will not stand the storm ; 
 
 He soon will come to '"taw," 
 He yet will sing in sweetest strains 
 
 The song of Chax3paqua. 
 
 When this old hat was new, my boys, 
 
 The very air was rent 
 With shouts from Democratic throats 
 
 For a "white man's guv-er-ment." 
 But now they talk of equal rights 
 
 For every race and hue, 
 And turn their backs on all they said, 
 
 When this old hat was new. 
 
 But still it does seem strange to me, 
 
 'Tis hard to think so, really, 
 That Hendi-icks should be shoved aside 
 
 For nigger-loving Greeley. 
 For Hendricks was a Democrat — 
 
 And to his party true, 
 While Greeley was its direst foe. 
 
 When this old hat was new. 
 
44 KEPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS, 
 
 But let us take our dish of dirt, 
 
 And try and put it througii, 
 And turn our backs upon the past, 
 
 "When this old hat was new. 
 And when we get old Greeley in. 
 
 We'll send him to that shore 
 Where Harrison, "Zack" Taylor, too. 
 
 And Lincoln's gone before. ' ' 
 
 And then with G-ratz and cousin Frank, 
 And all of the Blair crew, 
 
 We'll soon restore the days of yore, 
 When this old hat was new. 
 
 —Chattanooga EeraUi, 
 
 Air — " Rally round the Flag, Boys." 
 We have labored in the East, and we have figured in the 
 West, 
 
 . But vainly yet to capture all the plunder ; 
 Now we'll swallow down the cuss who has roweled us the 
 worst. 
 
 And fight for the offices like thunder ! 
 Chorus — Offices forever, 
 
 Hooray boys, hooray ! 
 Up with old Greeley, and down with Gen'ral Grant I 
 We'll rally round the Tribune, and hug our ancient 
 foe, 
 
 Shouting our battle-cry of j)lunder ! 
 
 Now we'll work throughout the North, and we'll fetch 'em 
 in the South, 
 
 Through Tammany and all the Ku-Klux-Klanners ; 
 
 'Neath the stars and bars we fight — for the South was al- 
 ways right, 
 
 With Greeley and Jeff. Davis on our banners. 
 Chorus — Offices forever, &c. 
 
 We go the "New Departure " in a very thrifty way, 
 For the flesh-pots of Egypt we are sighing ; 
 And the devil we would take, the power of Grant to break, 
 For our awful hunger there is no denying. 
 Chorus — Offices forever, &c. 
 
REPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 45 
 
 So close up the party ranks, and crack the ancient lash, 
 That al-^-aj^s made ns step and pull together ; 
 Any pilot in a gale, to watch o'er our ragged sail, 
 And take us through a desperate spell of weather. 
 
 Chorus — Offices forever, &c. 
 Penn Yan Express. 
 
 We Can 51^>e tlie Il,©ws. 
 
 Air — " Kingdom Coming." 
 0; darkies, have you seen Charles Sumner, 
 
 With a letter in his hand, 
 Go down the street some time this morning. 
 
 As if to leave the land ? - - 
 
 He hates old Grant and the 'Pubhcan party, 
 
 And gives 'em hail Columb ! . . 
 
 I shouldn't wonder if next November 
 He will wish he had been dumb. 
 Chorus — Charles Sumner stops, ha ! ha ! 
 The world moves on, ho ! ho ! 
 He'll soon find out that we can get along with- 
 out him, 
 And that we can hoe the row. 
 
 The time's gone by when we used to be driven, 
 
 And nobody's lash we fear ; 
 "We can tell Charles Sumner that he won't make a livin' 
 
 By being our overseer. 
 Our bodies ain't bought or sold any more, . 
 
 For cash or Conf edrit notes, 
 And some folks will find that they ain't doin' much 
 
 At sellin' the colored folks' votes. 
 
 Chorus — Charles Sumner, &c. 
 
 We can't yet see why we ought to fling over 
 
 The party that made us free ; ' '• 
 
 How Democratic rule is going to be a blessing 
 
 Is something we never can see. 
 We ain't quite ready to give up our freedom. 
 
 In spite of Charles Sumner's cant ; 
 So we'U keep right along and do our own voting. 
 
 And all go soUd for Grant. 
 
 Chorus — Charles Sumner, &c. 
 
 — Missouri Democrat, 
 
46 
 
 REPUBLICAN' CAMPAIGN SOITGS. 
 
 Air— "■Marching Through Georgia." 
 We've another contest coming for Freedom's holy cause, 
 We've another contest coming to vindicate our laws, 
 And Grant once more's our candidate, he is the coming 
 man; 
 
 God give us Grant again and freedom. 
 
 Chorus — Hurrah ! hurrah ! for Grant and Wilson f od,« 
 
 Hurrah ! hurrah ! for they're loyal and they're 
 true ; 
 
 They'll lead us on to victory, they will our foes 
 subdue, 
 
 God give us Grant again and freedom. 
 
 Our convention has been called, and 'twas represented Irue, 
 From California's golden land to the dark Penobscot blue, 
 And with voices all united, that thrilled our country through. 
 Shouted, God give us Grant again and freedom ! 
 Chorus — Hurrah ! hurrah ! for Grant and Wilson, too, &c. 
 
 Now our banners they are floating, and inscribed you'll 
 there behold 
 
 Another name in Freedom's cause long years ago enrolled ; 
 'Tis the name of Henry Wilson — traitor's bond cannot en- 
 fold, 
 
 God give us him with Grant and freedom. 
 
 Chorus — Hurrah ! hurrah ! for Grant and Wilson, too, &c. 
 
 The nation's heart is throbbing, and exulting beats again ; 
 The triumph of our glorious past we did not pledge in 
 vain. 
 
 And as by inspriration, enraptured bursts the strain, 
 
 God give us Grant again and freedom ! 
 
 Chorus — Hurrah ! hurrah ! for Grant and Wilson, too, &c. 
 
 Our noble Grant is loyal, he's fearless, and he's brave ; 
 He's triumi^hed on the land and he's triumphed on the 
 wave ; -. 
 
 He's triumphed o'er rebellious foes, he has our country 
 saved, 
 
 God give us Grant again and freedom ! 
 
 iJJwrm — Hurrah ! hurrah ! for Grant and Y/ilson, too, &c. 
 
 — G. W. Bunker. 
 
EEPUBLICA^' CA^PAIGX S0X&5, 
 
 4:7 
 
 To Our Xew Friend, Tlie Old democrat 
 M. G. 
 
 AiE — " The Groves of Blarney." 
 Like tlie vraves of ocean, in vrild commotion, 
 
 Our deep devotion rims liigli for yon. 
 0, darlin' Horace — for you'll do for us, 
 
 V\"h.a.t we've been stliriven' tliese tin years to do ! 
 For nixt Xovimber, agra, remimber, 
 
 You must lave yer timber and sweet Chappaqua, 
 To lade the nation, with self-abnegation, 
 
 To the highest station that it ever saw. 
 
 "With circumspection, but no subjection, 
 
 At the nest election we'll cast our votes ; 
 "While no sojers fearin', there'll be wild cheerin'. 
 
 And lashins of rum in bowld Democratic throats. 
 Then, whin 'tis over, like a cowlt in clover. 
 
 Each rebel rover can frisk and play : 
 0, what fond hand-shaken' and meny-makin', 
 
 And Eadical quakin' you'll see that day ! 
 
 Then the b'ys '11 meet you, Tammany greet you, 
 
 Our King will treat you to cowld wather straight. 
 In commimeration of our great salvation, 
 
 An' youi' elevation to the chair of State ! 
 Tour quick convarsion we won't be harsh on, 
 
 'Tis good divarsion for the b'ys to tell 
 Of our deprivation in your long separation 
 
 From the i±Lrue owld party that you loved so well ! 
 
 O, 'tis I would show it, if I wor a poet 
 
 Like ]Misther Dana or Big Six's chief, 
 How the Sage Woodchopper never tells a " whopper," 
 
 Nor cares a coj)pex for the Eadical belief ; 
 But was meddtatin' and slyly waitin' 
 
 For a chance of batin' the Abolitionists, 
 And over war's chasm without a spasm, 
 
 "With enthusiasm to clasp the .Johiiiiies' fists. 
 
 How all yer writin' oui' prospects blightin' 
 By day and night in the owld Tribune, 
 
 "Was done in kindness, tho' bekase of blindness, 
 We couldn't see it in your organ's tune 1 
 
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 KEPUBLIOAN CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 But, now, Sage, farmer, and party charmer, 
 
 We see no harm or ill-will in that ; 
 Shure you're wan of us nov/, an' we won't discuss now 
 
 Unpleasant subjects with the ov/ld white hat! 
 
 Like Alexander, the great commander, 
 
 I'm told you'll meander in a coach and four^ 
 To the spacious White House, which stands convaynent, 
 
 With illigant gardens and cabbages galore ! 
 There Gineral Jackson, that laid hard whacks on 
 
 The Saxons' backs on that day of fate. 
 On his horse astraddle, with a golden saddle, 
 
 Keeps guard undauntedly f orninst the gate ! 
 
 'Tis there through bowers bedecked v/ith flowers 
 
 You may roam for hours like a fairy prince. 
 Where the sweet persimmons an' the luscious limons 
 
 Hang from one stim on the high garden fince ! 
 There the thumpin praties, likewise tomaties, 
 
 And ponderous pumkins an' gay oysthers grow ! 
 Wid yer fancy f armin' the place 'd be charmin', 
 
 You could so improve it with your axe an' hoe ! 
 
 But och ! how humblin' 'twill be, if crumblin', 
 
 Our castles tumblin' shall bury our hopes, 
 And Grant, the tanner's, victorious banners 
 
 Eclipse all Carl Sumner's rhetorical tropes ! 
 Though like waves of ocean in wild commotion, 
 
 Our deep devotion runs high just now — 
 Since there's nothin' certain, and the lifted curtain 
 
 May show new laurels on Grant's martial brow ! 
 New Yoek, July 23, 1872. —New York Times. 
 
 Air — " Root, Hog, or Die." 
 
 There was a fighting tanner 
 That lived in Illinois, 
 
 V/ho bore aloft the banner 
 That treason would destroy ; 
 
REPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS, 
 
 The rebels came to meet Mm, 
 
 With, bay 'net, shot, and shell, 
 And swore they would defeat him, 
 But he tanned their jackets welU 
 Chorus — Ku-klux and Tammany^ 
 Birds of a feather, 
 Jackdaws and carrion c^ows. 
 
 All flock together. 
 Oh, march along. 
 
 There was a mighty farmer, 
 
 That lived at Chappaqna}^ 
 Of "Copperheads" a charmer, 
 
 A man of " higher law ;" 
 Says he, "I'll beat the tanner. 
 
 In any kind of weather. " 
 But Grant had on his banner, 
 
 " There nothing is like leather.** 
 Ku-klux, &c. 
 
 The rebels vote for Greeley, 
 
 The freedmen vote for Grant ; 
 The "SMiite House race will freely 
 
 Make Horace sweat and pant ; 
 But Grant mil be the winner, 
 
 For he's the boy can ride — 
 The "old white-coated sinner " 
 
 Will lose coat, hat, and hide. 
 Ku-klux, &c. 
 
 ^fiie boys who marched to battle 
 
 To save the stricken flag. 
 Who faced the cannon's rattle, 
 
 And ne'er were known to leCg, 
 Say that they'll finish treason - 
 
 AVith paper bullets now,, | 
 And leave old ' ' Cincinnatus '■' 
 
 At Chappaqua to plow. 
 Ku-klux, &c.. 
 Boys march along ! 
 
BEFUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 And sires of gallant soldiers, 
 And all that love the right, 
 Will gather round Ulysses 
 
 And aid him in the fight ; 
 And high shall float their banner, 
 
 And millions shout for joy, 
 When conquering comes the tanner 
 That lived in Illinois. 
 
 Then Ku-Mux and Tammany, 
 
 Birds of a feather, 
 Jackdaws and carrion crows, 
 
 Will fly away together. 
 Oh, march along. 
 
 — Washington ChronkU, 
 
 Tas' and TiiFpeMtineo 
 
 . Air— 
 
 We all went down to North Car'line, 
 With heads erect and feeling fine — 
 With pockets filled and all complete. 
 To give old Grant a grand defeat. 
 Chorus — No credit at the bar again, 
 
 When we came back from North Caroline. 
 
 We'll never go so far again, 
 
 And won't invest in tar again. 
 
 Nor ever deal in turpentine. 
 
 The best of all our bummers went, 
 And greenbacks by the cord they spent ; 
 Our ballot-stuffers, too, were there, 
 To do as much as men could dare. ( 
 Cliorus — But little did we gain for that, 
 
 When we came back from North Car'iine, 
 Our tricks were quite too vain for that, 
 And all we got was pain for that, 
 And lost our tar and turpentine. 
 
 Though well we made old Belmont bleed. 
 With Hoffman, Oakey Hall, and Tweed, ' 
 
REPUBLICAN CAJVIPAIGI^ SONGS. 
 
 51 
 
 And though our speakers stirred their pegs, 
 And through the sand they drew their legs. 
 Chorus — Yet that was ail we made of it, 
 
 When we came back from North Car'line, 
 
 Our men are now afraid of it ; 
 
 They do not like the grade of it, 
 
 And won't invest in turpentine. 
 
 We lied as well as men can lie, 
 
 And set the Liberal figures high ; 
 
 But that was all the worse at last. 
 
 For we were several hours too fast,N 
 Chorus — We'll have to quit our lying now, 
 
 When we've got back from North Car'line. 
 
 No use in any trying now. 
 
 For all our foes are crying now : 
 
 " Hurrah for tar and turpentine!" 
 
 We all were fat, well-fed with crow, 
 When we meandered down below ; 
 But there wp,s something in the air 
 That made us very thin and spare. 
 Chorus — No credit at the bar again, 
 
 When we come back from North Car'Une. 
 
 We'll never go so far again. 
 
 And won't invest in tar again, 
 
 Nor ever deal in turpentine. 
 Missouri Democrat. —Gael Bbbnt, 
 
 Air — "Camptown races." 
 
 The Lib'ral game is a game of brag, 
 Don't bet your money on any such nag, 
 There's Greacy Horace and Big Brown Kat, 
 Good enough bait for the Democratic trap. 
 
 Oho! 
 
 Chorus — We're bound to run all night, 
 We're bound to run all day. 
 We bet our money on U. S. G.; 
 Who bets on Chappaqua ? 
 
Qf2 KEPUBLIOAN CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 The old gray coat and old white hat ! 
 How queer they fit a Democrat ! 
 Beware my friends, they'll take you in,' 
 Although their bait is quite too thin. 
 
 Ohol 
 
 Chorus — We're bound to run all night, 
 We're bound to run all day, 
 We bet our money on U. S. G ; 
 Who bets on Chappaqua ? 
 
 Upon this line we'll fight it out, 
 If it takes all summer we'll clean 'em out. 
 Our old war horse was never beat, 
 We'll try him another four-year heat. 
 
 Ohol 
 
 Chorus— "We're bound to run all night, 
 We're bound to run all day. 
 We bet our money on U. S. G ; 
 Who bets on Chappaqua ? 
 
 — S. H. KiNQ. 
 
 Tlie Baltimore Pill. 
 
 Air — " Last Rose of Summer." 
 
 There's a farmer named Greeley, a doctor of laws. 
 Who espoused once right freely his country's great cause, 
 But who in his dotage had fallen quite ill. 
 And for this well-known fever he swallowed a pill. 
 
 Though thou grip'st me I'll follow where'er thou may'st 
 lead. 
 
 Though thy workings may harrow, their pains I'll not 
 heed. 
 
 'Tis thy charming attainments, thy health-yielding power. 
 That has caused me to swallow thy mixture so sour. 
 
 demooeaoy's answer. 
 
 O, Greeley, thy pill ne'er with ours can compare 
 When they in Cincinnati thy name did declare. 
 Such sickening prescription, and bitter as gall. 
 And our health will grow feebler long after next fall 
 
KEPTJBLICAJ5T CAMPAIGN SONGS. 53 
 
 The Proof of tlie Pudding. 
 
 Air— 
 
 In sixty-four they cursed and swore, 
 Though weak and rotten to the core ; 
 
 'Twas fight and run, and rant, rant, rant ; 
 The only name that bore the blame, 
 That lost their " cause" and brought them shame, 
 Was then (as now) that Grant ! Grant ! Grant I 
 
 In sixty-eight, with bitter hate, 
 Although 'twas getting rather late, 
 
 They screeched aloud, ' ' He shant ! shant ! shant 1 
 But what to do the loyal knew ; 
 And I'm not sorry, nor are you, 
 
 For voting for that Grant ! Grahl ! Grant ! 
 
 Why should we be ? for don'l you see 
 The land beams with prosperity. 
 
 And Greeley's chance is scant, scant, scant ; 
 For us no waste, no laws disgraced ; 
 We've ate the pudding, like the taste, 
 
 And want some more of Grant I Grant ! Grant ! 
 
 —George M. VickeeS, 
 
 1 
 
 PoplilSr democratic Ode* 
 
 ijR— " Sweet Home." 
 
 In the darfe fafies of poHtics, 
 
 Wherever we go. 
 Be it ever so sablcj 
 
 There's no meat like cfbt^. 
 This bird from the sky bringeth protnises fair, 
 Of fat places in office and plunder to spare. 
 
 Crow, crow, lovely crow, 
 Be it ever so sable, 
 
 There's hb meat like crow. 
 
REPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 ''•Til© €®iiiiiig- Maiie'^ 
 
 Air—" The Irishman's Shanty." 
 I'm going to sing of a queer old man 
 Who in Gotham lived best part of his span ; 
 And who every morning swore, ' ' I can 
 A river turn back, or leastwise, dam." 
 
 E.i tooral, looral, looral litollay ! 
 
 E,i tooral, looral, &c. 
 
 Now, this old chap had a curious "head, 
 'Twas three parts squash and one bran bread, 
 And it only wanted a pound of lead 
 To leaven the lumps on which he fed. 
 Ki tooral, looral, &e. 
 
 For want of this leaven his hea^ grew light, 
 Which led him to dream, by day and night, 
 That an office he'd have — it was his right — 
 "And, by gum," (he swore,) " for it I'll fight." 
 Ki tooral, looral, &c. 
 
 His plans he laid, then looked afoufi^ 
 For tools, or fools, to break the ground, 
 And in the courts a felon he found, 
 "For whose good behavior he would belDOund." 
 Ei tooral, looral, &g. 
 
 This felon had friends, and they liaS lands, 
 Now run to grass for want of " hands " 
 To work for nothing, in squads and bands, 
 And find themselves paid through the lash's strands. 
 Ki tooral, looral, &c. 
 
 To aid those friends he nex^; undertook 
 A trip to the Gulf with his bran-new book, 
 His old white hat having first forsook. 
 And, greeting the crowd, each hand he shook. 
 Bi tooral, looral, &c. 
 
 " A farmer," says he, '''"Behold in ttie, 
 And each of you I fain would see 
 Peruse my book, for I give it fre^', 
 And learn from it liow to climh a trte. " 
 Ei tooral, looral, &c. 
 
" 'Twill t'eS you how to hoe your corn — 
 WJ;en th*e cock should crow on a frosty mom, 
 And vrhy the calf, when the cow is born, 
 Should take milk-punch to strengthen its hom. 
 Ei tooral, looral, &c. 
 
 The bait it took ! the farmer's plan 
 To " climb the tree " had now began 
 To take such shape that he who ran 
 flight see H. G. was the coming man. 
 Ei tooral, looral, &g. 
 
 Eeturniug home, he wrote aiiH he swore, 
 And as he wrote he swore the more, 
 That " all his past he would ignore, 
 And he'd go it blind for the Y>'hite House door. 
 Ei tooral, looral, &c. 
 
 To pave the way and clear the track, 
 He had recourse to a beaten hack, 
 Who had run the course on the opposite tack 
 To that now steered by old Ciiaxipaquack. 
 Ei tooral, looral, &c. 
 
 To capture the house of Uncle Sam. 
 The friends of the felon and all their clan 
 Sent up a shout for this queer old man, 
 "Who soon got his " first coat " of tar and tan. 
 Ei tooral, looral, &c. 
 
 Beihg tarred and tanned from heel to head, 
 This poor old man around is led. 
 With " a hook in his nose,"* while he is fed 
 Upon chowder and squash as his daily bread. 
 Ei tooral, looral, &c. 
 
 So {arliave I gung of this latest sham, 
 "Who every morning swears, ' • I can 
 A Tiver turn back, or leastwise, dam," 
 While the geese all cackle " the coming man!'^ 
 
 -Bi tooral, looral, looral, litollay ; 
 
 Ei tooral, looral, looral, littJetelay, &c. 
 Waihingion Chronicle. 
 
 * mw Tork World upon H. G. 
 
REPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SC)N<SS. 
 
 Horace CS-reeley; 
 
 Air — "John Anders6n/my Jo." 
 
 H. G-reeley, Horace Greeley, 
 
 How grateful in your ear's 
 Must sound the Baltimoreans' 
 
 Enthusiastic cheers! 
 In sixty-one those throats were 
 
 Tuned to another key, 
 For loyal blood they clariiSred, 
 
 H. Greeley, Horace G; 
 
 H. Greeley, Horace Greeley, 
 
 Ten years ago or more, 
 Quite otherwise you welcomed, 
 
 " The news from Baltimore." 
 You did not smile just tlien— 
 
 But most indignant he 
 Who thundered in the Tribune 
 
 H. Greeley, Horace G. 
 
 H. Greeley, Horace Greeley, 
 Of yore you used to call 
 Your Democratic allies 
 
 Thieves, rogues, and scou'nclrels aU. 
 Now, saloon and brothel open-. 
 
 The jail-birds are set free, y 
 Are all made pure and vote for 
 
 H. Greeley, Horace G. 
 
 O, Greeley, Horace Greeley^, 
 
 Like Eoman old you com© 
 To head an alien army 
 
 Against your life-long home^'^ 
 Eather than Cincinnatus, 
 
 True Coriolanus be ; 
 Then yours a noble triumph^ 
 
 H. Greeley, Horace G, 
 
EEPrBLICAK" CAMPAIGIT SOXGS. 
 
 5T 
 
 Goosey G-reeley. 
 
 AiE— " Royal Charlie." 
 
 Come throngli the heather, 
 
 And round him gather, 
 Come rebs and roughs quite freely ; 
 
 Come weal, come woe, 
 T^e'll gather and go 
 
 Along with Goosey Greeley. 
 
 Let Baltimore display once more 
 Her Blood-Tubs in their freedom ; 
 
 The Ku-Klux Klan shall be the van, 
 "While Jeff's on hand to lead "em. 
 
 Chorus — Come through the heather, &o* 
 
 The late Cabal and soreheads all. 
 Their griefs we must remember. 
 
 And for boiled crow ''you bet " they'll go 
 From now until Xovember. 
 
 Chorus — Come through the heather, ttc. 
 
 The Tammany ring its hordes will bring 
 
 To Tote both late and early, 
 "We'll rally and sing with the Tammany ring, 
 
 " We goes far Goose and Greeley." 
 Chorus — Come thi-ough the heather, &c. 
 
 Then through the heather. 
 
 And round him gather, 
 Come one and all quite freely, 
 
 And as you run 
 Keep up the fun. 
 
 The Goose is Horace Greeley. 
 
 Advice to Greeley. 
 
 Air — " Wait for the wagon." 
 
 0, Horace I do not leave the farm. 
 
 If you have one to till. 
 The Democrats are disgracing you, 
 
 Take not their bitter pill ; 
 
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 BEPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN' SOiS'GS. 
 
 Tlie " river" of yonr politics 
 
 Must shortly overflow ; 
 Y/liere there's no banks to stay the flood, 
 The waters wild will go. 
 (Jlioi'us — Then wait for a schooner, 
 Wait for a schooner, 
 "Wait for a schooner, and you'll 
 Up Salt river go. 
 
 ' Stoop not to sail a pirate's craft, 
 
 Though loyal banners fly, 
 They flutter falsehood, as aloft 
 
 They flaunt along the sky ; 
 Though Cincinnati madly flings 
 
 Her canvas to the breeze. 
 The ship of State, with Grant on board. 
 Will drive her from the seas. 
 Chorus — Then wait, &c. 
 
 'Tis sad my philosophic friend. 
 
 Your case I much deplore, 
 The German vote you cannot save 
 
 Despite of Baltimore. 
 Each Democrat denies your claim. 
 
 As doth the son of Ham, 
 And all aloud, as one, proclaim, 
 
 Ulysses is the man. 
 Chorus — Then wait, &c. 
 
 — F. Reed. 
 
 [ N ■ * 
 
 Air—" Red, White, and Blue." 
 
 ^hree cheers for the chief of our nation, 
 Whose valor won peace from the war, 
 
 Who graces the loftiest station — 
 
 We'll thank him with ballots once more. 
 
 Three cheers for the soldier, so brave. 
 Who fought for the red, white, and blue ! 
 
 The chief who his country can save 
 Will e'er to that country be true. 
 
"feEPUBLTCAX CAMPAIGX SOXGB. 
 
 69 
 
 Three clieers for the Trisdom that planned 
 
 Defea!: to each traitorous foe — 
 Brought prosx^erons days for oiir land 
 
 From anarchy, ehaos, and vroe. 
 
 Three cheers for the noblest of sonls, 
 TTho, conscious of honor and right, 
 
 In silence disdains the " sore polls," 
 Their slanders and malice and spite/ 
 
 Three cheers for reduction of debt, 
 
 For progress, for vroik -vvithont rant ; 
 Three cheers for what's better yet — 
 Four years more of President Grant. 
 
 Three cheers I " Grant and Wilson" ^ve'U vote 
 
 In spite of the Greeleyites cant ; 
 "We'll sink their Ohio flat boat 
 
 And sail on vrith Wilson and Grant. 
 
 — Syracuse Journal. 
 
 Fm Going- for G-raiat. 
 
 Ate — Eosin the Bow." ' r . 
 
 I do not know much abont farming,^ \ J -^ ^ 
 
 According to chemical science, ' ^ 
 And so my potatoes and apples 
 
 Are growing without such appliance. 
 I plough deep and plant in rotation, 
 
 And raise a heap more than I want^ ■ 
 i am not ill content with the conntry, 
 
 And not ill-disposed toward Grant, 
 
 1 do not know mnch of c-onventions, 
 
 And ne'er made a speech in my life ; 
 I never went much on a caucus, 
 
 iSor mixed in political strife. 
 But if I was only a spouter, 
 
 Or if I was much on a chant, 
 rd hoUer a stave for the Union, 
 
 And speak a good word for old Grant. 
 
REPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 I do not know mucli about finance, 
 
 I hate to be dunned as a debtor, 
 And when I owe money, I reckon 
 
 The sooner it's paid why the better. 
 Since Grant has been boss of the nation, 
 
 It's bills have been reg'larly met ; 
 He's lightening the load of taxation, 
 
 And paying the national debt. 
 
 1 do not know much about fightin'— • 
 
 My notions don't that way incline- 
 But when it comes down to a scrimmage, 
 
 He never was beat on that line. 
 When treason was threatenin' to swamp us, 
 
 'Twas he gave the thing its death-blow ; 
 And as he brought us through the danger 
 
 I ain't going back on him now. 
 
 I do not pretend to talk wisely 
 
 : About " Tariffs " and " balance of trade," 
 
 But business is generally lively, 
 
 And pretty fair profits are made. 
 In spite of the growling of soreheads, 
 
 " Corruption," " Eeform," and sich rant,. 
 1 see that the country is prosp'ring, 
 
 And, by thunder, I'm going for Grant, 
 
 AiK— " Ten Little Indian Boys." 
 
 Ten little Liberals getting into line. 
 
 One of them bolted, and then there were nine. 
 
 iTine little Liberals, organized by hate. 
 
 Fought among themselves, and then there were eight. 
 
 Eight little Liberals claimed to be eleven. 
 One couldn't see it, and then there were seven. 
 
 Seven little Liberals playing silly tricks, 
 One got disgusted, and then there were sis. 
 
RErUBIJCAI^ CAMPAIGN SOJS'GS. 
 
 61 
 
 Six Kttle Liberals getting in a hive, 
 One got stung, and then there were five. 
 
 Five little Liberals played a game of " draw," 
 One got busted, and then there were four. 
 
 Four little Liberals getting up a tree, 
 
 One tumbled over, and then there were three. 
 
 Three little Liberals sitting in the dew, 
 One got the colic, and then there were two. 
 
 Two little Liberals talking very freely, 
 One got mad and wouldn't go for Greeley. 
 
 One little Liberal sitting all alone, 
 
 Swallowed up bis own self, and then there were none. 
 
 Obituary, 
 
 HORACE GREELEY, 
 
 Air— "Auld Lang Syne,^ 
 
 Old Greeley is dead, that good old man, 
 We ne'er shall see him more, 
 He used to wear an old white coat, 
 All buttoned down before. 
 
 Upon his head an old white hat 
 He always used to wear. 
 To cover up his shining he.ad. 
 So destitute of hair, 
 
 A pair of massive spectacles 
 He wore upon his nose, 
 Which made him look beneYolent, 
 As ev^ybody knows. 
 
 He was a great newspaper .man,. 
 And pubhshed the Tribune^ 
 And every day, or month, at least, 
 HjP always changed his tune. 
 
EEPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 Inconstant, fickle, changeable, 
 Unstable as the wind, 
 He first blew hot and then blew cold 
 Just as he changed his mind. 
 
 Philosophy was his delight, 
 
 And he could clearly prove 
 
 That all mankind would be made blest 
 
 By practising free love. 
 
 For farming, too, he had a taste, 
 Although it has been said. 
 He never met with much success^ 
 Except on cabbage head. 
 
 In politics ho fared far worse, 
 For people were afraid 
 To trust this man in public life. 
 Lest they should be betrayed. 
 
 And though the Cincinnati men 
 Joined those at Baltimore, 
 To make old Horace Presidentj 
 They all fell through the floor/' 
 
 Their platform was too weak to hdld^ 
 And come down with a crash, 
 And poor old Horace Greeley die.^ 
 Crushed in the general smash. 
 
 The coroner was quickly called^ 
 An inquest duly made, 
 And this was what the gentlemen 
 Upon the jury said : 
 
 ''We find that Horace Greeley died 
 Of pressure on the brain, 
 Caused by a platform breaking down 
 That couid not stand the strain. 
 
 *' Its timbers and its planks were westk, 
 And, if they had been good, 
 No platform, we are satisfied, 
 Could carry such a load." 
 
 — Illinois Staie 
 
REPUBLIC A^T CXMFAIG^ SD:^vG-5. 
 
 Campaign Song-. 
 
 Ais— Xelly BligQ." 
 
 EverTTs-liere, eYeiywhere, 
 
 Svrells the' joTons song. 
 Ploating on the summer breeze 
 
 Cheerily along. 
 Mingled voices, lond and clear, 
 
 From Oregon to Maine, 
 Send np a shont for General GrajiJ;, 
 
 And join this glad refrain ; 
 
 Chorus — Brave leader I strong leader! 
 Xot a man but he 
 Can the hosts of Freedom lead 
 On to victory \ 
 
 vVhen Ulysses Grant Tvas yonng, 
 
 The tanner's trade he plied, 
 And in his calling even then 
 
 Evinced an honest pride : 
 And since that day he's tanned the hide 
 
 Of many a trait'rous foe 
 At Donelson and Ticksbnrg. too, 
 ^ As well the "Lib'rals " Imosv^ 
 ChGTics — Brave, &c. 
 
 Still on that liae he'H %hfc it ont,^ 
 
 Until some time next fall, 
 TvTien at the polls he'll slaughter them, 
 
 Horse, foot, dragoons, and all. 
 He'U flay the " Sage of Chappaqna " 
 
 Alive from heel to crOTm, 
 And hang on high his hide to dry 
 
 ^ith that of B. Gratz Bro^. 
 Chorus — Brave, ^:c. 
 
 For rallying round his standard come 
 
 A host of yeomin true, 
 As once old Scotia's clansmen came 
 
 At call of Koderick Dhu. 
 
KEPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 Though not as they with sword and shi^d, 
 And battle-axe and brand, ■' 
 
 But each is armed for truth and right, 
 With ballot in his hand. 
 Chorus— BvOsYe, &c. 
 
 Onward, boys ! forward, boys ! 
 
 Still keep wide awake — 
 See ! along the darkened sky 
 The clouds begin to break. 
 E'en now the victory is ours — 
 
 Our foes their death song chant, 
 God bless the people's President — 
 Our own Ulysses Grant. 
 Chorus — Brave leader ! strong leader ! 
 Not a man but he 
 Can the hosts of Freedom lea^^ 
 On to victory. ^ 
 
 —A. DOWNINO. 
 
 Air — "Little Brown Jug." 
 
 Old John Bourbon he don't know 
 
 Which way now he'll have to go, 
 
 Greeley's not the man for him. 
 
 And he ain't sure Greeley'U win. 
 
 Chorus — Chap, Chap, Chap, paw, quaw, quaw, 
 An old white hat and a man o' straw ; 
 Bads and rebels, thick and thin, 
 Oh ! what a fix our party's in. 
 
 Horace, he's a nasty pill, 
 Writes the sickest sort of swill ; 
 But you see here's what we want — 
 Some blind mule to beat old Grant. 
 Chorus — So Chap, Chap, &c. 
 
 Sick of buzzard, don't like crow, 
 We must win or starve, you know, 
 Dog my cats, if I can see 
 Where's the end for men like me. 
 Chorus — But Chap, Chap, &o. 
 
REPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS. 65 
 
 Schnrz says Greeley's just the man, 
 
 I can't see it if he can ; 
 
 If he's Loco I ain't one, 
 
 If he ain't, the party's gone.- 
 
 Chorus — Oh I Chap, Chap, &c> - 
 
 I must have a pension, shu', 
 For my service in the wa' ; 
 Some durn'd Yankee shot my Jim, 
 Maybe Greeley'll pay for him. 
 Chorus — Well, Chap, Chap,.&c.. 
 
 So I'll take my Greeley straight}. 
 
 That's the way to save the State, 
 
 Greeley's not the man we want, 
 
 I'd vote for a skunk to beat old Grant. 
 
 Chorus — Anything to beat old Grant, 
 That's the feller we all want, 
 The meanest cuss I ever saw 
 Is old Chap-Chap-pa-quaw-quaw. 
 
 — Louisville Commercial. 
 
 Tlie' Mrave- and tlie True. 
 
 Air — " Red, White, and Blue." 
 
 Arise, now, ye lovers of Freedom, ^ ^ 
 
 Your st ngth to the just cause noA^ lend, 
 That your country forever with honor 
 
 And glory shall live to the end. 
 "With such men as our Grant we will' prosper, 
 
 Who has naught but his country in view. 
 Let your banners now wave for Grant and Wilson, 
 
 Three cheers for the brave and the true. 
 
 Charm — Three cheers for the brave and the true \ 
 Three cheers for the. brave and the true ! 
 Let your banners now wave for Grant and 
 Wilson, 
 
 Three cheers for the brave and the true ! 
 
EEPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SOA'GS. 
 
 When fierce and benighted rebellion 
 
 Had caused our fair land to bewail ; 
 Then stood up before our ereat nation 
 
 A captain who sailed through the gale. 
 How he " fought on that line " all remember, 
 
 'Till he brought our old flag safely through. 
 Let us meet at the polls next November, 
 
 And vote for the brave and the true. 
 Ghmms — Three cheers for the brave, &g. 
 
 Old Horace, the sage, bring before us, 
 
 Who with traitors his fortune has cast ; 
 Let us ask, "Art thou Greeley, whoso chorus 
 
 So long chimed with ours in the past ? " 
 May defeat in its aspect most dire 
 
 O'ertake you and all your motley crew, 
 For our Union and cause will ne'er tire — 
 
 Three cheers for the brave and the true ! 
 Chorus — Three cheers for the brave, &c. 
 
 —J. W. S. 
 
 Am — " When Johnny Comes Marching Home." 
 
 Oh, have you heard the glorious news ? 
 
 Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
 The Greeleyites have got the blues — - 
 
 Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
 They burnt their powder all in vain-- 
 We've whipped them out and out again, 
 And they don't feel gay 
 As the news comes rolling irfe 
 
 The' old North State has fired her gun. 
 
 Hurrah ! hurrah 
 ^fie bids the nation tally onej. 
 
 Hurrah ! hiirrah ! 
 She's wheeled into the Union line^ 
 The Stars and Stripes above her shine, 
 And we all feel gay 
 As the news comes rolling in. 
 
REPUBLICAN" CAIMPAIG^T 
 
 The Springfield Greeleyites were sold! 
 
 Hnrrali 1 inirrali I 
 Snch glorious news, it must be told ! 
 
 Hurrah 1 hurrah ! 
 *' At last a victory is won I " 
 So out they brought their old cracked gtm, 
 And they all felt gay 
 As the news came rolling in. 
 
 Says Peter Slack to Balentin^^ 
 
 Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
 " The news is really very fine ! " 
 
 Hurrah I hurrah I 
 " At last the tables have been turned— 
 in give the powder to be burned — 
 And we'll all feel gay 
 As salutes come rolling in," 
 
 But now they hang their heads in shame, 
 
 Hurrah ! hurrah I 
 '''How's North Carolina? " blocks their game, 
 
 Hurrah ! hurrah I 
 And next November's bound to show 
 For Grant the old North State will go — 
 And we'll all feel gay 
 When the news comes rolling in. 
 
 Tfiie Old Msin and Mis Organ, 
 
 Air — 
 
 There was an old man had an organ — 
 
 He made with Boss Billy a bargain : 
 ' ' If you vote me a king, 
 I'll play and I'll sing 
 For the Tammany ring," 
 
 Said the funnv old man with the organ. 
 Then hav diddle, hoe dlfldle, 
 High diddle, low did.llo. 
 
 Played the old man with the organ. 
 
68 
 
 REPUBLICAN" CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 Then gaily made answer Boss Billy, 
 (While the band played " Dixie " so silly,) 
 
 ' 'All right ! we'll go snucks, 
 
 Baising Cain with their Ducks — 
 
 We'll join the Ku-klux !" 
 *'Amen and hurroo !" shouted Greeley, 
 
 While hay diddle, hoe diddle, 
 
 High diddle, low diddle, 
 Together dance Greeley and Billy. 
 
 Air—" Trarnp, Tramp, Tramp, the Boys are ■Rfarching." 
 
 For the man who led our armies through the blood and 
 toil of war, 
 
 Who in triumph and in mercy sheathed the sword, 
 All the Union-loving people will be sure to vote again, 
 
 And his labor and his truth will thus reward. 
 Chorus — Grant, Grant, Grant ! the boys are calling ;? 
 He's the man the people want again. 
 And they all will vote to place him in the Presi- 
 dential chair, 
 And we will live in peace and plenty then. 
 
 Though the Copperheads and soreheads may unite to put 
 him down, 
 
 Yet our General has the people at his back ; 
 All the wheezy, spavined i)arty hacks had better clear the 
 way. 
 
 For the Union horse is bound to sweep the track. 
 Chorus — Grant, Grant, Grant ! the boys are calling, &c. 
 
 Only four short years ago we were overwhelmed with 
 debt. 
 
 And it did not seem that we could ever pay ; 
 But the daylight has been breaking, and the dawn has 
 come at last, 
 
 And we soon shall see the glory of the day. 
 Chorus — Grant, Grant, Grant ! the boys are calling, &c. 
 
REPUELICAN CAMPAiaX SOXGS. 
 
 69 
 
 Now the country is at peace, and all the land is ftill of joy, 
 
 And a blessed, bounteous harrest crowns the year ; 
 TvTiile our debts are growing smaller, and the taxes aare 
 reduced, 
 
 For the future we may never have a fear. 
 .C7/ia?^MS— Grant, Grant, Grant! the boys are calling, &o. 
 
 "We must rally round the party that has saved the nation's 
 life. 
 
 That in perilous times was ever true and firm ; 
 We must give it time to finish all the work it has to do, 
 
 And must give our trusty Grant another term. 
 Chorus — Grant, Grant, Grant I the boys are calling, &c. 
 
 — Carl Bke>'t. 
 
 Fling" c&iit t£ie Haiiner, 
 
 Air — " Uncle Sam's Farm." 
 Fling out now the banner of Grant and Wilson true, 
 The rebel hordes are marshalling the conflict to renew ; 
 Our leader met them often amid the cannon's roar. 
 And soon will put their hosts to flight as he has done before. 
 Chorus — Fling out now the banner, the "battle-cry" renew, 
 Hurrah for Grant and Wilson, the tried, the 
 
 brave and true ; 
 ^Ihey scooped the rebs at Yicksburg, and Eich- 
 
 mond, under Lee ; 
 CChey'U scoop them in November, and capture 
 Horace G. 
 
 Fling out now the banner of Grant and Wilson true. 
 And show the "Dolly Vardens" that poor Horace ^v^ll 
 not do ; 
 
 He's played the possum often an office to secure, 
 
 Now sold himself to Tammany, and so his fate is sure. 
 
 Chorus — Fling out now the banner, &c. 
 
 The canines are howling, there's Lyman, Charles, and 
 Schurz, 
 
 Their scandals echoed far and near by all the smaller curs ; 
 Their vile denunciations of Grant will never pay. 
 He's bound to be oui- President, for so the people say. 
 Chorus— '^'^o out np^ jihe banner, <fcc. 
 
70 KEPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 The soreheads are shouting about their great reform, 
 "With Tammany and Greeley we shall have it in a horn ; 
 Boss Tweed to do the stealing for all the smaller fiy, 
 And Horace says, " 'Tis well my boys," O ! how is that for 
 high ? 
 
 Qhprus— Fling out now the banner, &o. 
 
 TIae I£m-Msix €5-li©st. 
 
 Air — " Giles Scroggin's Ghost." 
 
 A sorehead courted Tam — ma — ny, 
 
 Fol de rol, de rol, de ra, 
 So as to be their nomi — nee, 
 
 Fol de rol, de ra. 
 Many fat things, indeed 'tis true — 
 If you love me as I love you — 
 "Will I bestow upon your crew. 
 
 Fol lol de riddle, lol de ra. 
 
 So the day that they shook hands, 
 
 Fol de rol, de rol, de ra, 
 ffhey were joined by the Ku-klux Klans, 
 
 Fol de rol, de ra, 
 i^he Klans said now, we need not fret, 
 We'll make him pay the rebel debt, 
 And for our niggers, too, " you befi^" 
 
 Fol lol de riddle, lol de ra. 
 
 Then Horace to his bed did cree]^, 
 
 Fol de rol, de rol, de ra, 
 And soon he fell quite fast asleep, 
 
 Fol de rol, de ra. 
 "When standing there by his bed-post^ 
 A figure tall his sight engross'd. 
 And it said, I'm the Ku-klux ghost, 
 
 Fol lol de riddle, lol de ra. 
 
 This ghost it said all solemn — ly, 
 
 Fol de rol, da rol, de ra, 
 *' Horace, you must go m% 
 
 Fol de rol, 4© r% 
 
And take a ride upoii a rail. " 
 Theu Horace he did quake and quail, 
 And liis hard luck he did bewail. 
 Fol lol de riddle, lol de ra. 
 
 The ghost it seized him all so giim, 
 
 Fol de rol, de rol, de ra. 
 To make him go along with him, 
 
 Fol de rol, de ra. 
 Then Horace woke and screamed a scream, 
 And found that he had dreamed a dream, 
 3rhus ended this unwelcome scene. 
 
 Fpi iol de riddle, lol de ra. 
 
 We'll Try Ifim Again. 
 
 Air— 
 
 'Wq will try him again for another four years, 
 
 The man who in civic position 
 Is keexDing the laurels he won in the field 
 
 In a very luxuriant condition. 
 We will try him another four years, 
 The man who has been so successful. 
 For they can't win the race 
 With a wild goose Chase, 
 J?or with agricultural Greeley ; 
 
 So get out of the way 
 For the man of the day, 
 Who is beating them all so genteely. 
 
 ILfines Oil Horace. 
 
 Air — " Who will Care for Mother IS'ow ? ** 
 
 Why are Democrats dejected ? 
 
 Whj that sad and gloomy air ? 
 *Cause their pill won't be elected 
 
 To the Presidential chair. 
 Oh, how plain they"U show their anguish, 
 
 When they're badly beat again ! 
 
EEPUELIGAN CxiMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 In November they will languish ; 
 
 "Who will care for Greeley then? 
 Chorus — Soon from Grant we'll all be hearing 
 His inaugural again ; 
 / .■ O, that happy day is nearing ! 
 
 Yv^ho will care for Greeley then ? 
 
 Y/ho can tell the great disaster 
 
 That our country would behold, 
 If old Horace could be master 
 
 Of the Treasury's bright gold? 
 No ; the people v/ant his knowledge 
 
 Where his acts can do no harm ; , 
 Not what he obtained from college, \ 
 
 But what he knows 'bout a farm. 
 Chorus — Soon from Grant we'll all, &c. 
 
 — . I 
 
 Air — " Kingdom Coming." 
 
 O, what's the use of talking now about your Horace Gree- 
 ley? 
 
 The Democrats have swallowed him, but can't digest him 
 freely, 
 
 A bitter pill he surely is — deny it now they can't ; 
 
 But "anything" is still the cry to beat our General Grant. 
 
 Chorus — Get out of the way, old Horace Greeley ! 
 
 Get out of the way, I say I 1 
 Just stand aside, old humbug Greeley, j 
 
 We can't eat crow to-day. \^ 
 
 A.cross the bloody chasm wide we'll all clasp hands, they 
 say. 
 
 With Jeff and all his rebel host, we'll travel on our way ; 
 The Y/hite House we would occupy, and run the whole 
 machine. 
 
 The Treasury vaults we would control, and l^eep them 
 
 very clean. 
 Chorus — Get out of the v/ay, &c. 
 
73 
 
 There's one thing now I \vish to say, so Horace just take 
 vrarniug — • 
 
 In order to beat General Grant you must be up in the 
 morning : 
 
 You want to tell us what you know of turnijjs, corn, and 
 oats, 
 
 But that won't make you President, unless you get the 
 votes. 
 
 C^m^s— Get out of the way, &c. 
 
 Now, Horace, tell us what you know of that abomination, 
 "When you were sold to Tammany just for a nomination : 
 They tell us you are honest now, and true to every trust — 
 From honesty like this, we say, good Lord deliver us ! 
 Chorum — Get out of the way, &c. 
 
 The Greele^dte-Confederates have had a jubilation, 
 They burnt their powder, shouted loud, and made a dem- 
 ons-oration : 
 
 To-day they walk with faces long — have ceased their noise 
 and clatter, 
 
 They've heard from North Carolina now, and that is 
 
 what's the matter. 
 CAoniS— Get out of the way, <fcc. 
 
 MesaliidoFi. 
 
 Air — "Hankidori, I oh I" 
 
 Oh I General Grant's the man, 
 
 That whipped the rebels neatly, 
 And soon we will again 
 
 Eepeat the dose most sweetly! 
 There's Jeff, and Greeley too, 
 And Hoffman in his glory, 
 Their ^/"izs will soon turn blue, 
 Yv'hen Grant is hunkidori 
 Chorus — Three cheers for General Grant I 
 And let us all remember 
 To give them with a will, 
 And a tiger next November. 
 
REPDBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 Grant drove tlie rebels in 
 
 To Vicksburg on the river ; 
 The boys were bound to win 
 
 And they made the graybacks shiver. 
 The bright old starry flag- 
 Waved o'er us in its glory — 
 Down came the rebel rag, 
 Oh ! wern't we hunkidori ! 
 
 Chorus — Three cheers, &c. 
 
 On Chattanooga's heights, 
 
 'Mid the storm and smoke of battle, 
 Where the bullets flew like hail, 
 
 And the cannons loud did rattle, 
 Grant charged them home again — 
 
 You all have heard the story — 
 Oh ! didn't they skedaddle ? 
 
 And Grant was hunkidori ! 
 Chorus — Three cheers, &c. 
 
 And when the rebel crew 
 
 At Eichmond stood in wonder, 
 To see the boys in blue, 
 
 Hurl forth their iron thundeij, 
 *' Phil Sheridan's let loose," 
 
 Cries Lee, the field is gory! 
 Oh ! the old flag wins at last, 
 
 And Grant is hunkidori ! 
 
 Chorus — Three cheers, &c. 
 
 There's Brown a,nd Greeley now, 
 
 The rebel host are scanning. 
 But Grant will have their hides. 
 
 For Grant is up to tanning I 
 General Grant in manhood's prime, 
 
 And Wilson in his glory. 
 Will win the race this time, 
 
 And we'll all be hunkidori ! 
 Chorus — Three cheers, &c. 
 
 Vermont will send a shot, 
 To make the rebels shiver: 
 
 While Maine prepares the boat, 
 To send 'em u|) Salt river ! 
 
EEPUBLICAN CAMPAIGI:^ SON'G&. 
 
 The breeze that fans tlie shore 
 Will tell the same old story"; 
 The Union evermore I" 
 And we'll all be hunkidori ! 
 Chorus — Three cheers, &c 
 
 The Keystone State flings out 
 
 The glorious starry banner, 
 Ohio with a shout 
 
 Hurrahs for Grant, the tanner I 
 Wisconsin tells the tale, 
 
 With Oregon in glory. 
 Ku-klux are turning pale, 
 
 Oh ! aren't we hunkidori ? . ' 
 
 Chorus — Three cheers, 
 
 Oh ! General Grant's the man, 
 
 That whipped the rebels neatly. 
 And soon we will again 
 
 Eepeat the dose most sweetly,. 
 There's Jeff, and Greeley too, 
 And Hoffman in his glory, 
 ^heix phiz will soon turn blue. 
 When Grant is hunkidori ! 
 Chorus — Three cheers for General Grant I 
 And let us all remember 
 To give them with a will, 
 Aid a tiger next November, 
 
 G-rantj Wilson, and Saiccess. 
 
 AiK — " Auld Lang Syne." 
 
 The long-roll sounds from rocky Maine 
 
 To California's slope, 
 It echoes over lake and plain. 
 
 And bears the nation's hope. 
 The watchword starts from countless hearts, 
 
 That ready stand to bless, 
 And one glad cry goes up the sky — 
 
 Grant, Wilson, and success ! 
 
REPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 The nation's pulse beats firm and true, 
 
 The country's cry rings clear — • 
 The banner of the Boys in Blue 
 
 Is lifted far and near. 
 The ballot takes the bullet's place ; • 
 
 Again the land to save ; 
 Once more the laurels of the race 
 
 Above a hero wave. 
 
 A soldier true, a statesman tried — 
 
 Ring out each glorious name ; 
 Grant stands with AVilson by his side, 
 
 And both our homage claim. 
 The long-roll sounds from rocky Maine 
 
 To California's slope, 
 It echoes over lake and plain, 
 
 And bears the nation's hope. 
 
 A Wall. 
 
 Air — "Three Black Crows." 
 When first I saw this hated crow 
 My stomach it revolted so ; 
 My bowels heaved with such disgust, 
 That 'pon my soul, I thought I'd bust." 
 Chorus — Sing, brothers, sing. There sits the crow 
 'neath yonder tree. 
 Not veiy charming food is he. 
 But shut jowc eyes and gulp him down, 
 Go Greeley first and then Gratz Brown. 
 
 I roared and yelled by day and night, 
 I fought the faith and kept the fight ; 
 And still I swear, with all my might, 
 In eating crow there's no delight. 
 Chorus — Sing, brothers, sing, &c. 
 
 I only eat enough to save 
 Myself from that dark, hopeless grave 
 "Where every Bourbon's sure to go 
 Who will not eat the hated crow. 
 Chorus — Sing, brothers, sing, kc. 
 
EEPUELICAX CA^.IPAIGN SOXGS. 
 
 So-lilax Song, 
 
 Air — " Dixie.'' 
 
 I've a song to sing to eTeiy Greeley man, 
 "Vy'itli a fevr brief words on the Kn-Mnx Klan, 
 
 Far awav, far away, far away, in Dixie land. 
 'Tis the Kii-klnx Klan that parades at night, 
 With pistol and whip, dealing dearth and affright, 
 Far away, far away, far away, in Dixie land. 
 Chorus — Oh ! a lovely land was Dixie — 
 (In a horn ! In a horn .' ) 
 But Grant was the man destroyed their Klan, 
 And gave free speech to Dixie's land. 
 Then hnrrahl hurrah I hnrrah for Grant and 
 "VTilson I 
 
 When elections came aronnd. and the I'ebels fonnd 
 That the blacks all took the EepnbHcan ground, 
 
 Far away, far away, far away, in Dixie's land, 
 They conspired in the Klan, with a horrible oath, 
 To stop them by whipping or murder, or both, 
 
 Far away, far away, far- away, in Dixie's land. 
 Chorus— Oh I a lovely land, ^rc . 
 
 Then a reign of terror and of blood began, 
 
 And the blacks were taught by the Ku-klux Klan, 
 
 Far away, far away, far away, in Dixie's land, 
 That to save their lives they must keep from the polls, 
 And swear that Eepublicans had no souls, 
 
 Far away, far away, far away, in Dixie's land. 
 Cliorus— Oh : a lovely land. &g. 
 
 But the President said, ''You inhuman Turks, 
 I propose to move immediately on your works," 
 
 Far away, far away, far away, in Dixie's land. 
 And the cowardly assassins, after all their rant, 
 Fell into the gripe of the law. and of Grant, 
 
 Far away, far away, far away, in Dixie's land. 
 Chorus— Oh I a lovely land. &c. 
 
78 KEPUBLICAK CAMPAIGS" SOSTGS. 
 
 Now the Eu-Mux are shivering in deadly fears 
 Lest Grant should be President four more years, 
 Far away, far away, far away, in Dixie's land. 
 So they vote and pray, like our friends here in town 
 For soft old Greeley and hard old Brown, 
 
 Far away, far away, far away, in Dixie's land. 
 Chorus — Oh ! a lovely land, &c. 
 
 Campaign SGHg". 
 
 Air — " Sparkling and Bright.** 
 
 Let it resound the land around 
 We've made a nomination-— 
 Loyal and true, a platform too, 
 That's bound to sweep the nation. 
 dhorus — For Grant and Wilson are the names 
 Engraven on our banner ; 
 This fall we'll vote 'gainst the old White Coat, 
 Smoke Brown with the smoking Tanner. 
 
 'Twas noised in town that Mr. Brown 
 
 Was troubled with a colic ; 
 The soft-shell crabs, digested slabs, 
 When he was on a frolic. 
 (JfwTUS — But Grant and Wilson are the men 
 Who lead in loyal manner ; 
 And wp will smoke the old White Coat, 
 Instead of the smoking Tanner. 
 
 We heat that the gray in new array 
 
 Their olden hates remember ; 
 But we'll strike hands in loyal bands, 
 And vote for the smoking Tanner. 
 Chorus— -"Fox Grant and Wilson are the names 
 Engraven on our banner ; 
 We'll tan with*our votes that old White Coat, 
 And elect the smoking Tanner. 
 
 — Sandwich Gazette. 
 
REPUBLICAN ■ CA:irpAiG:jr soxgs. 
 
 We Will Tote for Geii. 
 
 Air — " Little Brown Jug." 
 
 Horace Greeley is the rebels' tool 
 To bring us under secesh. role ; 
 But we wiU show them by our vote 
 
 We can't be caught by an old white coat. 
 Chorus — Ha, ha, ha 1 don't you see, 
 We will vote for Gen. G.? 
 Grant has whipped the rebel crew, 
 And he will whip old Greeley too. 
 
 Horace climbed a secesh tree 
 And hoped the President to be; 
 
 He crawled out on a Liberal limb, 
 
 And whacked it off, but it fell with him. 
 Chorus — Ha, ha, ha ! don't you see, &c. 
 
 New Hampshire showed us she was true, 
 
 Connecticut and Ehody too, 
 Oregon wheeled into line. 
 
 And now we've heard from North Car 'line. 
 Chorus — Ha, ha, ha ! don't you see, &c. 
 
 B. Gratz Brown and an old white hat 
 Are nothing but crow to a Democrat, 
 
 But they are hungry and cram it down, 
 
 Though "soft-shell crabs" distress G 
 Brown. 
 
 Chorus — Ha, ha, ha 1 don't you see, &o. 
 
 Jeff Davis traded his crinoline 
 
 For Fort Monroe, and thought it fine ; 
 But Greeley took him to his heart. 
 
 Such loving friends should never part. 
 Chorus — Ha, ha, ha ! don"t you see, a:c. 
 
 Let Sumner rave, and roa.r, and rant, 
 Because the country goes for Grant. 
 Charles Sumner plays a childish ga,me, 
 And colored folks all think the same. 
 Chorus — Ha, ha, ha ! don't you see, kc.^ 
 
REPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 The people are not ready yet 
 
 To pay off any rebel debt, 
 ■ *' Our Southern brethren " will iiot win, 
 
 And "shaking hands " is a little " too thin." 
 Choitis — Ha, ha, ha ! don't you see. &c. 
 
 We'll pay our debt, now that is clear, 
 
 A hundred million every year ; 
 Thirteen million Johnson paid, 
 
 But Grant has knocked him in the shade. 
 Chorus — Ha, ha, ha ! don't you see, &g. 
 
 Grant puts down the Ku-klux Klan, 
 The country's free for every man. 
 We are at peace with all the world, 
 In every clime our flag's unfurled. 
 Chorus — Ha, ha, ha ! don't you see 
 
 We will vote for General G.? 
 Grant has tanned the rebels' back, 
 And he will tan old "Chappaquaok." 
 
 Air — " Not for Joseph." 
 
 Close the polls, his -work is done ! 
 
 What to him is friend or foeman, 
 Bise of wheat, or fall of corn, 
 
 Woodhull, Stone, or other woman ? 
 - Lay him low, let him blow. 
 
 Of his turnips white as snow I 
 What cares he ! He does not know 
 
 How the ruta-bagas grow. 
 
 Old sorehead vainly thought he might 
 
 Eeach YV' hite House by his endeavor. 
 Let him soon forget the fight 
 
 And keep upon the farm forever. 
 Let him go, let him blow, 
 
 In his clover white as snow. 
 What cares he ? He wants to know 
 
 How the German pretzels grow. 
 
BEPUBLICAI^' CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 81 
 
 Fold bim in the " stars and bars," 
 
 Koll the drum and fire the volley ; 
 What to him are all our wars, 
 
 V/hat but a gigantic folly ? 
 Let him go, let him blow, 
 
 Midst his hats, once white as snow. 
 What cares he ? Except to know 
 
 How long- handled broom-corns grow 2 
 
 Leave him to Jeff's friendly eye. 
 
 Trust him to the hands that have liim, 
 Breckinridge weeps idly by, 
 
 Baltimore could never save him. 
 Let him go, let him blow, 
 
 At his farm-house white as snow. 
 What cares he ? He wants to know 
 
 Where the blind potatoes grow. 
 
 ^Springfield Republican^ 
 
 II. G.'s Iiaqtiiry, ' - ^ , 
 
 Air — " Tell Me, yo Winged Winds," 
 
 Tell, me, ye winged winds, 
 
 That round Chappaqua fly, - 
 Who'll be next President, 
 
 Ulysses Grant, or I ? 
 Oh ! tell nie, will I dwell within the White House blest ? 
 WiU all the peoj)le vote for me, from East to West ? 
 The loud wind dwindled to a whisper low. 
 And sighed for pity, as it answered, No 
 
 Tell me, my honest men, 
 
 Jeff Davis, Schurz, and Tip., 
 Oh ! yvill there be a slip 
 
 Between the cup and lip ? 
 Yes ; by your own great hopes to win the highest place. 
 Oh ! tell me if you think I will the office grace ? 
 These faithful foll'wers swore in whispers low, 
 And answered in a chorus, " No ! " " No ! " " No ! " 
 
82 REPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 And thon briglit twinkling stars 
 
 That light the midnight sky, 
 "Will not my triumph here 
 
 Come surely by and by ? 
 "Will not all Liberal men old coats and white hats wear, 
 And farmers read my book to gain much knowledge there ? 
 The stars upon the author famed of "What I Know," 
 Looked coldly down, and sneering answered, "No! " 
 
 Oh! good Kepublicans, ''J-' - 
 
 Will you forsake me now ? , 
 WiU you to U. S. Grant ■ - 
 
 With willing homage boW ? 
 And best loved Democrats, will yon another man 
 Put up for President, and 'lect him if you can ? 
 Both parties glared with e^qual bitterness, 
 And both together screamed the fatal "Yesl '* 
 
 AIR— 
 
 Why ring the bells in Kichmond town? 
 
 " The day is ours !" wrote Beauregard, 
 *' The foe that captured Donelson 
 
 Has fled before the Southern sword!" 
 
 Too soon, for Sidney Johnston falls ^ 
 
 The brain that planned, the arm that smote, 
 
 Grant's lines repulse like granite walls. 
 While the shells crash from each gunboat. 
 
 What shout is that ? What banners wave 
 
 On the tide of the Tennessee ? 
 Nelson, the bravest of the brave. 
 
 Leads Buell's men to join the fray I 
 
 All day, all night, the Southron fled. 
 
 Leaving his dying and his dead ; 
 While bells tolled long, and dirges moaned 
 
 From border to the Bio Grandd. 
 
KEPUBLICAS" CAMPAIGN- SOS-G^ 83 
 
 'Why ring tlie bells in Eichmond town ? 
 
 "North. Carolina's ours," wrote Vance; 
 *'.Tlie Appomattox shame is flown ! 
 
 Once more on Washington advanc§ 1'^ 
 
 too soon ; behold this dusky throng ! 
 :' Frames bowed by unrequited toil — ■ 
 Scarred with the fetter, lash, and throng. 
 But late escaped the tyrant's coil. 
 
 Jrom Dismal Swamp, the slaves' retreat, 
 /'From mountain fastness, freedom's home, 
 l^hey come with meek, heroic feet, 
 To share their benefactor's doom* 
 
 J'rom day to day hate's face grew waa, 
 ^ From border to the Eio Grande ; 
 "While patriots from main to main 
 
 Thanked God they had not fought in vain. 
 
 —Democrat and Chronicle, 
 
 Ca^paig-n Song* 
 
 Air — "Yankee Doodle." 
 Come all ye Lib'rals, while I sing 
 
 Our new and wondrous melee ; \ ^ 
 
 For lambs and lions now unite 
 
 To bleat and roar for Greeley. 
 Chorus — Then sing the song, and all prolong 
 The chorus loud and freely ; 
 Swell forth the notes from open thr-Oats, 
 For Tammany and Greeley. 
 
 The great philosopher and sage 
 
 Is moving out most charming 
 As in his green and second age ' 
 
 He bids a truce to farming. 
 Chorus — Then sing the song, kts 
 
 In saddest tones he now bem'oahg 
 
 Our late rebellious spasm ; 
 And on the verge, just hear him ur^ 
 
 " Clasp hands across the chasm." 
 Chm^m — Then sing the song, &c. 
 
ItEPUBLICAN CAMPAIGl^ SQJSG^ 
 
 Kn-Kius no more shall feel the power 
 
 Of Grant's centralization ; 
 We're " Sovereign States," our fears, our hates 
 
 Are lest we be a nation. 
 Chorus — Then sing the song, &0. 
 
 And then should we all peacefully 
 
 Pronounce for cal^m secession, 
 Our man is pledged ; our cause thus fledged, 
 
 Y/ ouid baffle opposition. 
 Chorus — Then sing the song, &c. 
 
 Think of the times when Southern climes 
 
 Shall bloom again like Eden ; 
 Our slaves all crushed, Sam's debfe all smashed, 
 
 And ours be all made even. 
 CJidrus — Then sing the song, &q» 
 
 And then to see Democracy 
 
 All purified by leaven 
 Of "Lib'ral stuff," is just enough 
 
 To make this earth a heaven. 
 Chorus — Then sing the song, &6» 
 
 Four years and more, with soreheads all, 
 
 Unmolified by ointment, 
 We've waited long and borne the wrong 
 
 Of having no appointment. 
 Chorus — Then sing the song, &c. 
 
 While thus we pant, should General Qraut 
 
 By chance be re-elected, ; 
 Our hopes are fled, our game is dead. 
 
 Our Lib'ral farce. detected. 
 Chorus — Then sing the soug, &,% 
 
 Cheer up my lads, cast off the sads, 
 
 Ancl don yo^^r pleasant faces ; 
 If We succeed we'll take the lead, 
 
 And grab the fattest places. 
 ChoTnis^lheiL sing this song, and all prblong 
 'The chorus in full melee ;. 
 Eally the bloats, and" stuff ,the votes, 
 For Tammany and Greele^. 
 
 — D. Marion. 
 
EEPTJB-LICAH CAMPAIGN SONaS. 
 
 Air—" Auld Lang Syne.** 
 
 Carf Scttirz sat down one evening late 
 
 To rest his weary head, 
 His little son crept on his kneOy 
 
 And looking at him said $ 
 
 " Who is this Horace Greeley, gs^ 
 
 That people call so wise ? 
 Is he sorae giant tall enough 
 
 To reach unto the skies ?" 
 
 " Oh, no, my child ; about as large 
 
 As I or Governor Brown ; 
 Twas not his stature made him grea^ 
 
 Or won him his renown^ 
 
 " But he it is who nobly bailed 
 
 Jeff Davis from his cell, 
 And now we want for Presidenlk 
 
 The man who did so well." 
 
 " But, then, papa, was hot old J eS 
 
 A traitor to the State ? 
 'S'ou used to run him down, and sa^ 
 
 That hanging was his fate. 
 
 ^And wouldn't Horace Greeley, p% 
 
 If he were President^ 
 Bail out and'pardon every rogue 
 
 Who was to x^i'ison sent 
 
 ^ Oh, no, my child ; Je^ Batis wa9 
 
 An enemy in war ; 
 ]6ut he who bailed a common rogue 
 
 His neighbors all abhor." 
 
 Then, pa, if I should steal a liorse, . 
 , I'd steal a hundred more, 
 i would be great and be bailed 
 As Davis was before t " 
 
REPUBLICAN CAMPAIGIT SONQ&. 
 
 " Oh, no, my child ; the Gospel say^ 
 
 That you shoukl always do. 
 To every person as you would 
 
 That they should do to you. 
 
 *'But, pa, did Horace Greeley tiling 
 
 That in some future day. 
 He would want bail when he should try 
 
 His country to betray ? " 
 
 The Senator could say no mor*^, 
 
 So, turning quickly, said : 
 "Its nine o'clock, my little boy^ 
 
 'Tis time you were in bed." 
 
 Am— "Maryland, my Maryland.'' 
 O'er all the land we hear the cr^^ 
 
 Liberty, sweet liberty ! 
 Like music from the bending sky^ 
 Liberty, sweet liberty ! 
 The patriot host who love thy f am6, 
 Their hearts aglow with Freedom's flame^ 
 "Will rise and conquer in thy name, 
 Liberty, sweet liberty ! 
 
 E'en in the sunny South we Sed 
 
 Liberty, sweet liberty ! 
 fier groaning slaves at last are free, 
 Liberty, sweet liberty ! 
 And Union men in peace shall dwefl^ 
 Kor hear again the Ku-Klux yellj 
 Hot from their Democratic heU i 
 Liberty, sweet liberty ! 
 
 Vo^ ^tant and Wilson lead tlie van, 
 
 iyiberty, sweet liberty ! 
 Witli equal rights for every ma:i^ 
 Liberty, sv/eet liberty ! _ . 
 Their watchword, ' ' Peace and Victory ! " 
 A nation saved — a nation freefj 
 And over all thy panoply-^ 
 L^^t^^ sweet Ub^t^ !' 
 
0 ! then, imfini fliy banner brigHil^ 
 
 Liberty, sweet liberty I 
 In all the majesty of ligM^ 
 Liberty, sweet liberty ! 
 Thy peace shall heal the wounds oi Tjrar, 
 And men from near and from afaj* 
 Shall hasten to thy rising sta% 
 Liberty, sweet liberty I 
 Columbia, S. JuIi/, isi2, 
 
 ^ 4 
 
 Ara — " Kow are you, Horace Greeley:*' 
 
 I ain't got heaps of learning 
 
 And I seldom argy well, 
 But I sorter form opinions, 
 
 Which I ain't afraid to tel^ 
 So I say it square and open, 
 
 Without fear of small or grestj 
 I^stand by the loyal party. 
 
 And I go Ulysses straights 
 
 Tiiey talk about reformin',^ 
 
 And say our party's sj^lit, ' 
 That Greeley's awful honesty 
 
 And Grant haint any grit. 
 I hear their shallow blowin', 
 
 And I see their crooked gait, 
 But I turn my back on Horac^ 
 
 And I go Ulysses straight* 
 
 I can't see how a feller 
 
 Can mis with Jeff and sich i 
 Why, I shun these cussed critters 
 
 As if they had the itch 1 
 And I'll never vote their ticket, 
 
 Nor knuckle to their hate, 
 But I'll think of murdered Lincoln, 
 
 While I go Ulysses straight. 
 
I kinder get (3Daf6liiideci' 
 
 When I hear the mongrel Bho'ut, 
 When I learn how Blair and Sumnef 
 
 Want to turn our leader out | 
 But I never Jiunked or iDmeredl, 
 
 And I'm loyal up to date,. 
 For I stand by the loyal partyv 
 
 And I go Ulysses straighi% 
 
 f Can't comj)lain of tases^ 
 
 And I've seen the darkled ffi§, 
 And votin' 'gin their masters 
 
 Is right enough for me | 
 I ain't a cussed bullhead, 
 
 To swallow rebel bait, 
 But I keep the side of freedoE^^ 
 
 And I go Ulysses straight* 
 
 I reckon Horace Greeley 
 
 Don't expect to get my voti,' 
 J'or I never was a ti-aitor, 
 
 A turn-coat, or afloat. 
 A chap that's double-sided^ 
 
 Whatever's in his pate, 
 Ain't fit to be a PresidentJ^^ 
 
 So I go Ulysses straight 
 
 ir can't f orgit the battles 
 
 Is or the trials we have ha5, 
 And accept as pure and upright^ 
 
 Men proven false and had. 
 And I think our noble nation 
 
 Would meet a fearful fate 
 In hands once raised agin he^> 
 
 So I go Ulysses straight. 
 
 I wasn't much on fighting 
 
 But I gin the praise where due, 
 And I back the dauntless chieftain, 
 
 Who lead our boys in blue. 
 I won't eat crow or'possum, 
 
 Nor have it on my plate, 
 For I love a loyal diet, 
 
 So I go Ulysses straight- 
 
REPUBLICAiS- CAMPAIGN SOXGS* 
 
 "We've tried his pluck at SMoh, 
 
 We've proved liis reck'nin sound, 
 He'll push a thief or rebel 
 
 As a fox before a hound ! 
 At Donelson and Yicksburg 
 
 He struck to save the State, 
 He's a statesman and a general. 
 
 So I go Ulysses straight. 
 
 I sorter fear that Greeley 
 
 Don't tell us " what he kno'ws ^ 
 About this fusion business, 
 
 And the way the bargain goes. 
 They say his beets have cost h im 
 
 From a dollar up to eight — 
 There s a costlier beat ahead, Horace^ 
 
 For we go Ulysses straigJit. 
 
 I ain't got heaps of larnin', 
 
 And I seldom argy vrell, 
 But I sorter form opinions, 
 
 Which I ain't afraid to tell. 
 So I says it squai-e and open, 
 
 Without fear of small or great, 
 I stand by the loyal party, 
 
 And I go Ulysses straight. 
 
 Air — " Whack row de dow." 
 ** A song for the rake and hoe ; 
 
 A song for the hammer and axe j 
 A song for the booming loom ; 
 
 A carol for shoemaker's wax ! '* 
 'Twas thus at the close of day 
 
 He sat by the door and sang ; 
 His heart with sorrow was wrung, 
 
 While the hills of Chappaqua ran^i 
 
 "My shoes creak wherever I go, 
 My straw hat is always awry, 
 
 My trowsers are tucked in my boots. 
 My necktie runs runs into my eye-; 
 
90 KEPUBLICA^ CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 My coat wraps me up like a sack, 
 
 Of buttons it hasn't a bit ; 
 When I look at the pit of my stomach 
 
 I think of the bottomless pife ' 
 
 1 find all my pleasure in chickens, 
 
 In hearing their innocent talk, 
 In seeing the rippling brook run, 
 
 And watching the smooth gravel walk ; 
 In hearing the red oxen low. 
 
 As off to the meadows they hie ; 
 "While the tall chimney swallows the swallows 
 
 As into the black flue they fly. 
 
 ^ There are men who most always are sneering 
 
 At Chappaqua's wonderful farm. 
 Ah ! little they know what it costs me 
 
 To clothe me and keep myself warm. 
 All day I must pump at the pumkinj 
 
 And at eve I the weevil weave, ^ 
 Spin spinach and turn up the turnip, 
 
 And bind them all tight in a sheave. 
 
 Let chicken-thieves ride in carriage 
 ; Let cabbage-heads ride in a cab,^ 
 I'd rather Kiise hob on a hobby 
 
 From Chappaqua to the Punjab^ 
 t want to bestride a horseradish, . 
 . A block of pig-iron on my hea^j 
 And sweep through the land of the living 
 
 Down into the realm of the dead. 
 
 For this world is so sad and 60 lonely t - 
 
 Not a pumpkin its sympathy shows^, 
 i^ot a cucumber sobs with my sighing^. 
 
 Not an onion will weep with my woes. 
 Oh, fie on the heart of the cabbage ! 
 
 Oh, fiddle for folly and sin ! 
 Farewell to the earth and its sorrows| 
 
 Gape, graveyai'd, I fain would turn in I ^ 
 
*Twas the song of the rake and the ho^-, 
 The song of the hammer and axe, 
 
 The song of the booming loom. 
 The song of the shoemaker's waxf 
 
 Which thus at the close of day- 
 He sat by his door and sang, 
 
 For his heart vrith sorrow vras wrong 
 "While the hills of Chappaqna rang, 
 
 Good-by, Greeley, 
 
 Ant — "Last Rose of Summer.^ 
 
 ^is the last show for Greeley, 
 And that show, oh, how slim^ 
 
 All his old friends have freely- 
 Gone back now on him. 
 
 Kg old-time admirer 
 
 Will stick worth a straw 
 
 To that old aspirer 
 From fail' Chappaqna, 
 
 They will vote him a hatchet 
 
 To chop on his farm, 
 And will tan his old jacket 
 
 To keep his back warm. 
 Then let him plant clover. 
 
 Beets, melons, and pears { 
 But he can't j)reside over 
 
 Our nation's affairs. 
 
 So soon, now old hearty, 
 
 You'll follow the class 
 Who've sold ont their party 
 
 And all gone to grass. 
 Then with knowledge so charming, 
 
 We'll gain a nice trea,t — ; 
 Kot ' ' Y\'hat he knows 'bout fanning,^ 
 
 But rather — defeat. 
 
AlR—i 
 
 From Kaleigh fown tfie other nighfe 
 The telegrams came both left and rights 
 To tell us how had gone the fight; 
 Down in the piney regionst; 
 
 ■ti- 
 ding hullaboo, tareaway, whacfe, tarrah | 
 Hie-away, lie-away, hoopala ! 
 " 'Tis glorious news for old Ghappaquaj,* 
 Said the telegraph operator, 
 
 *' Our gains are great ; weVe got the State—* 
 
 Of Congressmen just count on eight, 
 And everything else upon the ' slate,' 
 Down in the piney regions*" 
 
 Sing hey, sing ho, sing Jerry, sing whack I 
 " Go, pat old Goosey on the back. 
 With a hip, huiTah for Chappaquack,** 
 Said the telegraph operator^ 
 
 *' Our merry men went in to win, 
 Backed up by Tweed and Tammany Un^ 
 With Wood & Co. to count 'Dotes in, 
 Down in the piney regions." 
 
 Sing hie-away, lie-away, hoopala ! 
 Fire-away, flare-away, whack, hurrah ! 
 " 'Twill gladden the heart of old Chappaqna," 
 Said the telegraph operator. 
 
 The Liberal crowd soon got their gun, 
 And shell'd away till set of sun 
 Had put a stop to their gas and fun 
 About the piney regions. 
 
 Sing how, sing vrhy, sing ho, hay-stack, 
 
 What's this we hear while jokes we crack, 
 About a defeat for old Chappaquack 
 And his truthful operator ?" 
 
KEPUBLICAK- CAMPAIGN SONGS. 93 
 
 0:^cial ne\rs had come to light 
 To tell us all about the fight 
 That put the Ku-klux Klan to flight 
 Dovrn in the piney regions. 
 
 Sing hey. sing ho, sing diddheroo vrhack, 
 The goose -vre'U lay upon his back, 
 And wake and bury old Chappaquack 
 Along with his operator. 
 
 — Washington Chronicle 
 
 Tlie Soldiers' Campaig-ii Song, 
 
 Air— 
 
 We meet to-day as comrades 
 
 Who followed Grant in war, 
 And here again we pledge ourselves 
 To vote for him, hurrah i 
 Chorus — Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
 
 For U. S. Grant, hurrah ! 
 Hurrah for the fl^ag he bears ! 
 The same he bore in wai'. 
 
 For Grant shall lead our columns, 
 While streams our flag afar, 
 
 Its stripes shall never wear a stain, 
 
 Nor treason dim a star. 
 _ Chorus — Hurrah I hurrah ! &q. 
 
 No coward hand shah bear it, 
 
 Our own dear flag to-day ; 
 A thousand thousand follow him, 
 
 Who crowned it in the fray. 
 
 Chorus — Hurrah ! hurrah I &o. 
 
 We cannot follow Greeley, 
 
 Nor cheer his Eebel bars ; 
 We never can forget that he 
 
 Deserts the Stripes and Stars. 
 
 Chorus — Hurrah! hurrah! &c. 
 
Q4 REPUBLICAJ^ CAMPAIGN SONGS. 
 
 The Boys in Blue are coming 
 
 From East and farthest "West ; 
 Their colors are the brave old Flag, 
 
 Their cheers are with a zest. 
 
 Chorus — Hurrah! hurrah! &o» 
 
 The Boys in Blue are coming, 
 
 "While Grant is on before ; 
 His battle flag, we see it now, 
 
 With victory covered o'er. 
 
 Chorus — Hurrah! hurrah! &c. 
 
 Six hundred thousand marching, 
 
 Six hundred thousand more, 
 Are cheering Grant, the gallant man, 
 
 Who led our ranks of yore. 
 
 Clwrus — Hurrah! hurrah! &c. 
 
 —Private Dalzell. 
 
 Air— 
 
 With his high head bowed, 
 And his face like a shroud, 
 He sits in his chair 
 And tears his spare hair, 
 When he thinks of his party 
 So jovial and hearty, 
 With all their ambition. 
 Gone down to perdition^ 
 
 Without a mark of respect 
 lie's doomed to neglect— 3' 
 With all his fine farming, 
 And manners so charming; (?) 
 He sinks to his slumbers 
 To dream of cucumbers. 
 So here let us leave him 
 Schurz chanting his requiem. 
 
gatnpape-f onefie. 
 
 S)a6 i\t tin ^amx, ber ^reeles I J5runbfa^Io0, 
 (Stn urd'ctitigej Scn^lcmcrat ten -i:diTuUen, 
 Unfebtbar, nnc ber fai^n in [eiucit iBuden, 
 3m ©(aubenirectifcln ganj eiu i'irmcx? I 
 
 ^Unfcpulttg, toie er fam ycm ^n^uttcrfc^ico^/' 
 (^agt feiue (SHqiie — [cidn tn SdMaf (uUett, 
 SBcnn cr an femcr (iitclfcft fann fdniuUcn, 
 Silt !}irn5:cr[c^rob'ner, finb'fc^ev ©ernegro^* 
 
 din 53^enfc^enfenner, toelcSer Sruberfci^aft 
 
 5?iit I^teben fcblie^t, bte f(imeid^elnb t^m hanUn, 
 
 Xa^ [te ntc^t langTr t:t bey ©efegei? C^aft 
 
 Sr tft em gel;?, berudfittgt burc6 fein vS^ti^anfen, 
 Gtn SIrjt ber ftete, tro eiite 2Duube Uaj^t, 
 3u f)e{len [te i^enumi burc^ frecpe^ S^^^^^^ 
 
 To6 laufrec ©clb tfr er trc^ atler Sd^ti^ac^eu 
 Sm ©egcufai ni feine^? iicfeto ScStt^anj I 
 (getn i>iceprautent i^erlettit it)nt ©lan^, 
 HBenn glan^en fann ber gred^fte aller B'te^en* 
 
 (£r rafonnirt ob unfrer 3eit ©ebred^en 
 Hnb betfcbt mit ntc ge[ei;)'ner ilrrcganj 
 SSerbtenfrlcg fiir fein oaupt ben 33urgerfran^, 
 (Statt ernfrev Zi)akn Metenb lau ^e^brec^en* 
 
 Sm ^taat, ben cr berecbttgt regtercn, 
 
 (Etefit [rvafl£^ man bie ^}}ccrDer auf ben (Stra^en 
 
 9}Zit einer ^tirne auf unb ah ftoljiren, 
 
 S^en ^taat§^)au^'\)alt bt\pxi6t er aufgeb(aj"en, 
 
 Unb fetne Untergebenen i^erlteven 
 
 Xii ^taam ®elb im Spiel befannterma^en. 
 
Sl(0 dtmtqat toon ber Hnton^parte! 
 2)en getubeu ber Sf^egterung ktgetreteit, 
 !)!}?ac^t er ber Slebellton SIpolcgeten, 
 SrftiSeub ber ©equalten Slngftgefc^ref* 
 
 gttt greunb t^oltttfi^cr SBinbbeutdei 
 
 2Bet§ er fiibern feile l^o6trornt}eteit 
 
 Uttb \d)dmt f{c6 ntc()t felbft frommelnbf 5Jfcetctt 
 
 2ln fi4) su jie^'n burc| te^errt?(|ereu 
 
 ©ttt.©aufer, ber e^ cffentHrf) mu^ fcfilDoren, 
 3m 5lmt nt4)t ine(}r bctrunfcn fein tooCfen, 
 ©laubt er nut folc^em 'B^mix uu^ bet^oren* 
 
 SSott ©elbfirtiibetung Hagltcf) rtufgefc^^tooHett, 
 ®ud)t er, iuflC^ 2Bet§e hauttn, ^lerfloren, 
 J)oc^ ivirb ba^ SSolf il;n |)etpcn [tc^ p tfijUen* 
 
 ©em ^atirttt^mug offnenb aUt Xi^on, 
 Woi^V mit bem laftigen ber 9teHgfon 
 23elaften er bie S^onfHtutton, 
 £)ie t()m erp bcinn erfdjetnt im ^oc^fteit glorc* 
 
 ©d^on Hatff^itett Setfatt t()m bie 5!}?atabore ; 
 C^euc^elet, bte gern bie SSlation 
 ©rncuern fel)'n ber @^eiteri()aiifctt So^i'n, 
 S)ap brauf be^ freien ©eifte^ Skitter fciimore^ 
 
 S)o^ ii3ct§ bag 23oIf, tuer greunb it)m «nb tuer Oettti? ; 
 Umfonft tft aU be-r ^tndjkt 5But^ge»tmmery 
 ©tel)'u [tc au(^ mit Stebelten feft ijeretut* 
 
 Umfranjt bag ^aupt wi^t beg Srfolgeg ©d^i'mmer ; 
 
 SBenn crft ber Xa(\ ber 2Bat)l, ber gro§e fc^cint, 
 
 Stttft tijm bag 35oif ju j 5^immer 1 5^ i m m e r ! IWimtttcr ! 
 
LIST OF DOCOIEVTS PlBLlSMEi) Bl THi: COmiTTE£# 
 
 PRICE 
 
 TITLE OF DOCUMENTS. 
 
 Kecord of the. National Republican f^arty, 4 pages 25 
 
 President Grant— liis Record as a Statesman, 12 pages 75 
 
 Speech of H on. M. H. Carpenter, reply to Senator Sumner, 8 pp. .50 
 Speech of Hon. John A. Logan in reply to Senators bumner and 
 
 Schurz, 8 pages 50 
 
 Republican Party the Siandard-bearer of Civilization and 
 
 Progress. S pages 50 
 
 Speech of Hon. Henry Wilson at Great P'alls, Jv. H., 8 pages... .50 
 
 Land and Labor, 8 pages 50 
 
 The Chappaqna Sage, 8 pages 50 
 
 Speech of Hon. Roscoe Conkling in New York— Defence of 
 
 the Adminif-tration. 20 pages Sl.25 
 
 Speech ot Hon. James Harlan on the Sale of Arms. 16 pages... 1.00 
 Senatorial I'riumvirafe. (Reviews of French Arms debate )8pp. .50 
 Speech ofHon. Henry Wilson at Cooper Institute, N. Y., 8 pages .50 
 
 Republican I^arty the Workingman s Friend, 8 pages 50 
 
 History of the Jiiight-Hour Law, 4 pages 50 
 
 General Grant's Amnesty Record, S pages 50 
 
 U. S. Grant and the Colored People— Letter of Frederick Doug- 
 lass, 8 patres 50 
 
 Republican Party the Protector of tiie Immigrant. 8 pages 50 
 
 National Finances, compiled from official sources, 8 pa^ei^ 50 
 
 Secretary Delano — Speech at Raleigh, N. C. — Finances, Indian 
 
 Affairs"', &e., 8 pages 50 
 
 Postmaster General Creswell— Speech at Jackson, Mich — Re- 
 ply to Hon. Austin Blair. 8 page^ 50 
 
 Greeley— illustrated by Nast— 8 pages. (This document will 
 
 be sent only on Receipt of price) 1.00 
 
 Sumner ann Grant's Foreiidn Policy, by Col. R. J. Hinton, 8pp. .50 
 G E R M A N D 0 C U 31 E N TS . 
 
 Gi'anfs Official Record as a Statesman, 16 pages..... l.oo 
 
 J.and and Labor. 8 pages '. 50 
 
 Sales of Arms. ,s pa<,r:es ,W 
 
 Republican I'Mrtv ttie Standard-bearer of Civifization, 8 pages. ..50 
 
 Protection lo Emigrants. 8 pases 50 
 
 The Republican Party the Workingman's Friend, with History 
 
 of the Plight-Hour J^aw. ic. 8 pages oO 
 
 Horace Greeley's Record in reference to'beer, wine, etc., for- 
 
 eit;ners. Sunday laws, etc., 4 page* 25- 
 
 Speed) of Hon. Koscne Conkling at New York in Defence of 
 
 the .Administration. 16 pages l.OC? 
 
 Hon. O. P. iMorton in reply to Senator Schurz, (on the Sale of 
 
 Arms.) s pages 5(>> 
 
 National Finances, fr' fn official sofrrees, 8 pa'ges 50 
 
 SCANDINAVIAN. 
 '•T-audets '^'tyrelfe."" I)eins£ a useful review of Republican legis- 
 lation, finances, administration, etc., 8 pages .50 
 
 THE GREELEY EECORD, complete, 10 cts. each. 
 Published separately in 8. 16. and 32-page documents, at 50 cents 
 per hundred fo? ea;ch eight pages. 
 
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