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CONTENTS. 0^>«>ing Song 12 Say, Darkies, have you seen Ulysses 30 Seward's Lament 51 Shout the CaU, Comrades 43 Talking of the Old Battle Fields 41 The Army Blue. 38 The Chieftain 59 The Excelsior Rebel 61 Vi. CONTENTS. The Fine Old Tennessee Gentleman .Page. 22 The Flag of tli^ True 17 The Grant Brigade 60 The Huzza Song 52 The Patriot's Appeal ' 53 The Poetical Code .' 48 The Presidential Wagon 39 The Siege of Viekshurg 47 The Star of the West 21 The Tanner of Galena H The Union Wagon 15 The Wrong and the Eight Track 62 To the Grand Army of the Eepublic 28 Tothe Veterans of the War 29 Trouble in the Camp 49 Ulysses Grant 36 Ulysses, the Soldier of Fame 35 Union Marching Song - 54 Up with the Mast and Flag 45 Victoria 24 Vote for Grant 32 Wait for Election ■ 9 Wait till next November 27 We are all Waiting 50 We are all Going in Strong for the Union 25 What's the Cause 12 o-o^a<00 1^ Caution.— T\ie contents of the Grant Songster are, with the exception of the ^rs< song, original and pro- tected by copyriglit. Any republication icithout. permis- sion will be a violation of our rights, subjecting offenders to penalties prescri])ed by law. HANEY «fe CO. THE "D m ^ -«• Charter Song of the Grant Club. BY PRIVATE MILES O'EEILLY. (By Permission.) Air — Benny Havens, Oh! Come fill your glasses, fellows, And stand 'up in a row, On a Presidential drinking "VYe are going for to go ; Let us trample down all party ties Beneath our love of right, ^ And' proudly claim Ulysses Grant .As captain of our fight ! So, for President Ulysses Let every glass be bright — May he rule the country he has saved. And God defend the right ! In the world to-day no prouder name Is borne on any breeze. And with Grant to steer the ship of State, Our flag shall rule the seas ; Ko "Dominion " shall be north of us. And south of us no foe — Our Stars and Stripes in the Canadas, And likewise Mexico ! THE GEANT SONGSTER. For with President Ulysses Will be few who care to fight — May he rule the country he has saved, And God defend'the ri^ht I His hand is soft to meet a friend And maOed to meet a foe — He's the Mississippi river-horse, ' Resistless as its flow ; And our brethren of the beaten States— These " ahcns " of to-day — Will find a generous hand held out When Grant has come to sway I For generous is Ulysses To the men who felt his might-— May he rule the country he has saved, And God defend the right ! So, boys ! a final bumper, While we all in chorus chant — " For next President we nominate Our own Ulysses Grant!" And if asked what State he hails from. This our sole reply shall be, *' From near Appomattox Court-House, With its famous apple-tree !" For 'twas there to our Ulysses, That Lee gave up the fight — Now, boys, " To Grant for President, GAnd do defend the right !" THE GRAITT SONGSTEE. Cheer, Boys, Cheer I Cheer, boys, cheer, in loud and joyous chorus. Eight gives us might ; the fight we're sure to win ! Cheer, boys, cheer, the foe is now before us : Sound, trumpet, sound ! let the battle now begin I Manhood and honor, all the round world over, Wait for our triumph in the coming fight: Let not a soul now dare to be a rover, Strike .' and remember that right gives us might! CHORUS. Cheer, boys, cheer, in loud and joyous chorus ! Right gives us might; the fight we're sure to win; Cheer, boys, cheer, the foe is now before us, Sound, trumpet, sound ! let the battle now begin ! Hear, boys, hear, our country fondly calling, — Think of the brave who fought this fight before ! Once more the foes of Eight and Truth are falling ; On ! let us fight our country's battles o'er 1 Shame and dishonor must befall the nation, If, in the strife, our holy cause be lost! Courage ! we'll prove our troubled land's salvation : Fight for the Cause, and never count the cost ! (Chorus.) Cheer, boys, cheer ! our cause is great and glorious ; Manhood and courage ever win the day ! Our noble leader always is victorious : For his success the good and true will pray. Cheer, boys, for Grant, for Freedom and for Union I How can we fail, in such a glorious cause ? Vigilant and firm, in generous communion, We will protect the Union and her laws. (Chorus.) 8 THE GEANT SONGSTER. ! Mass-Meeting SoBg. Air — Nelly Ely. Come along, free and strong, from the prairies wide, From plain and fertile valley, come, and from the moun- tain side ; Come and hear the stirring speech, the noble, thrilling song, Come with hearts so warm and true, — Oh, come, come along ! CHORUS. Rouse, toiler ! rouse, freeman ! tarry not at home ! Columbia's call extends to all ! let every patriot come ! Boys in blue, ever true, come with us to-day ; Bring the good old flag along, and let the bugles play ! Cokmibia's honor is at stake, destruction looms in view ; So come along, free and strong ; the country looks to you! CHORUS. Rouse, soldier ! rouse, hero ! come with fife and drum ! Columbia's call extends to all ; let every soldier come ! Leave the shop, never stop, men that swing the sledge \ Joiners true, and masons too, give us the sacred pledge ! Every man that earns his bread by honest, manly toU, Come, and prove you dearly love your own, your native soil! '^'^^^^ CHORUS. Rouse, toiler ! rouse, freeman ! make no delay ; This brother's call extends to ail ; so come with us to-day. Ladies fair, everywhere, mother wife and maid, 'Tis to you, womeu'true, Columbia looks for aid : Husband, lovers, wait for them, be sure to bring them in; Whatever cause has their applause, can never fail to win ! CHORUS. Hear the call, people all, tarry not at home ; Columbia's call extends to all, let all the people come. THE GKAKT SOXGSTER. 9 V Wait for Election. Air — fVait for the Waggon. Oil, all ye patriotic men, despairing- oftlie times, Who can't be easy wlieu you tliiuk of Jolmson and Ms crimes, Who wonder how much longer our necks must tamely bend, Just wait for Election, and we'll all see the end. CrioiiLS — Wait for Election, wait for Election, Wait for Election, and we'll all see the end. 'Tis galling, now, to recollect the faithless Johnson's deeds. To have our patience thus abused, to see our Country's needs ; 'Tis weary all this waiting, in hopes that things will mend, But wait for Election, and we'll all see the end. (Chorus.) These selfish politicians w^e've trusted far too much ; • One thing is very certain, we'll have no more of such ; A little further patience — wliich pray the gods to send — Just wait for Election, and we'll all see the end ! (Chorus.) The President the country needs must follow in the track That Washington and Lincoln trod, support he will not lack; Tha good and true wdll everywhere his policy commend ; Just wait for Election, and we'll all see the end. (Chorus.) In Grant, the honest soldier, the people find their choice ! lu praise of his straight-forward ways, they now lift up their voice ; They look to him, in times like these, as to a trusted friend : Just wait for Election, and we'll all see the end. CCho.) 10 THE GRANT SONGSTER. It's Good to be Honest and True. Air — IVe Won't go Home till Morning. It's good to be honest and true, boys, It's good to be honest and true, boys, It's good to be true to your Flag, boys, The glorious Eed, White and Blue. Then here's to the man that is true, To the Red, the White, and the Blue, Oh, it's good to be honest and true, boys, &c. It's good to be true to the Union, It's good to be true to the Union, It's good to be true to the Union, The honest old Union of yore. Then here's to the lad that is true, To his Flag and the Union, too. For it's good, &c. • It's good to be true to your comrades, It's good to be true to your comrades. It's good to be true to your comrades, Who marched and fought by your side. Who marched and fought by your side. And think of it now with pride .' Yes, it's good, &c. It's good to be true to your leaders. It's good to be true to your leaders, It's good to be true to your leaders, And this good soldiers know, . And this good soldiers know, — 'Tis true, for tliey all say so, Yes, it's good, &c. / THE GRANT SONGSTER. 11 The Tanner of Galena. Air — Landlord, Fill the Flowing lloicl. Comrades, fill your glasses now, Fill them to the brim, boys \ Let us toast old U. S. G., Driuk success to him, boys ! CHORUS. He'g a man the soldier loves, He's a man the soldier loves, H'e the man — he's the man — The Tanner of Galena. Tanning is a useful art, — As by him applied, boys ! Many dnys he bravely toiled, Tanning rebel hide, boys! (Chorus.) Not by bark alone tanned he— 'Twas far more b : bite, boys ! And the wise ones all agree, He served the rascals right, boys ! (Chorus.) Should the rebs once more conspire, And put their heads together. Doubtless they will all agree. There's nothing now like leather. chorus. Then, comrades, fill your glasses up. Fill them to the brim, boys ! Here's the health of U. S. G., Drink success to him, boys ! 12 THE GRANT SONGSTER. What's the Cause. Alii — Tippecanoe and Tyler too. What has caused this great commotion- Motion, motion, the country through ? It is the ball a-rolling on — Chorus. — For U. S. Grant, the boy in blue^ For U. S. Grant, the boy in blue And with him we'll beat any man — Man, man, of their rebel crew ; And with him we'll beat any man. What's the cause of this martial music — Music, music, and shouting, too ? It is the army, — and in the van — Chorus. — Is U. S. Grant, the boy in blue, Is U. S. Grant, the boy in blue ; And they mean to take every man — Man, man, of the rebel crew; And they mean to take every man. Who are the enemy in this battle — Battle, battle, and why so few? It is the Copperheads, — and they fear — Chorus. — Old U. S. Grant, the boy in blue, Old U. S. Grant, the boy in blue ; For he means to fight, this year — Year, year, all the rebel crew; And they've got to fall this year. Hallying Song. Air — Vive U Amour. Let every patriot hie to his post — Chorus.—" Grant!" be your rallying cry. THE GRAXT SOXGSTER. ■ 13 Come iu your miglit like a conquering host— CKORUS.~"Graut !" be j-our rallying cry. GRAND CrjORUS. Rally, boys, rally, tbe foe is awake ! Eally, boys, rally, tlie foe is awake ! Come with a run. Come with a gun, " Grant !" be your rallying cry. Arouse ! for the day of the battle is come — Chorus.— Rally for victory .' March on to the sound of the fife and the drum — Chorus.— Rally for victory ! (Grand Chorus.) The host of the rebels once more is arrayed — Chorus.— Rally for victory ! March on, loyal men, with your banner displayed— Chorus.—" Union and U. S. G. !" (Grand Chorus.) ■* Once more let the might of the nation be shown — Chorus.— Rally for victory! Once more let the will of the freeman be knovsTi— Chorus.— Rally for victory ! (Grand Chorus.) Our leader-is gallant, our cause it is just — Chorus.— Rally for victory ! We know we shall win, for in God is our trust— Chorus.— Rally for^ victory! (Grand Chi^rus.) Gran^ and liis Segar. Air — Wait for the Wagon. 'Twas on a fine Spring morning. Not long before the war, Tliat U. S. Grant sat reading the news And smoking his segar. 14 THE GRANT SONGSTER. What makes tlie smoke so fiercely curl, . Why shiiies his eye so bright ? He reads tliat Anderson has gone To Sumter in the night. CHORUS. Puff away, Ulysses, Puff away, Ulysses, Puff away, Ulysses, . And think with all your might ! That fine smol;e n'''''^v breakfast. It did Ulysses good ; Before 'twas done, the subject Was clearly understood. Ere many days were over. The country's glad to know, Bold Captain Grant was marching To fight the rebel foe'. (Chorus.) He smoked and fought so bravely, In many small affairs. He soon was made a General, — The name our Grant still bears. He saved the day at Shiloh, At Corinth he was great : But all he did at this time I cannot now relate. (Chorus.) It must have been a good segar He smoked at Donelson ; For everything worked splendidly, • And fighting seemed but fun. But when thi'y asked too liberal terms. He told those rebel Turks His only terms were — he " proposed To move upon their works." (Chorus.) THE GRANT SONGSTER. 15 It took a deal of smoking, To- smoke 'em out of Vicksburg ; But, long before they'd quit the place, They thought it was Old Nick'sburg. Old Pemberton — delighted To have a quiet smoke — Was ready to confess, their cause Was nothing but a joke (Chorus.) His WUderness adventures The rebels felt the sorest ; We learn from them, the strange effect Of smoking in the forest. And, when at length enabled To offer Lee a " Concha," He says, as Lee is lighting it, " Don't let this business haunt you !" In the present " situation," There's much for Grant to ponder ; So let him smoke, while pondering, For fear his mind should wander. And should the rebels rise again, No honest man can doubt That General Grant is just the man To smoke the rascals out. (Chorus.) (Chorus.) The Union Wagon, Am — Wait for the Wagon. Come all, from every party, Crowd in from every side ; Come, jump into the wagon And we'll all take a ride. 16 THE GRANT SONGSTER. We've got the fastest pony, That ever ran a race ; And we've got the truest driver That ever filled the place. CHORUS. Jump into the wagon — The old Union wagon ; It's strong enough and long enough To give us all a ride. There's nothing on the track, boys, That makes the slightest show, Compared with our old wagon — And tliis the people know. The sports may bet their piles on us, Our time cannot be beat ; We're bound to take the purse, boys, And never lose a heat. (Chorus.) The other nag looks well enough And may deceive a few, Biit the wagon's worn and shaky, And it holds a shaky crew ; Tlie driver may as well give up Before the word to " go ;" He never can get round the course, And this the people know. (Chohus.) Our driver's lit a fresh segar, The reins are in his hand, A million eyes are watching us Throughout our happy land. All ready boys ! the time is up ! Crowd in from every side; Fill up the Union wagon, For our grand and glorious ride. (Chorus.) THE GRANT? SOXGSTER. 17 The Flag of the Free. Air — IVe are Happy and Free. Breezes, wild and free, That have played with the Starry Flag, Murmur its praise with glee, To the forest and mountain crag I CHORUS. Glorious as a Flag can be — Great and free on land and sea ! Many a land sends love to thee, Glorious Flag of the Free ! Rivers, swift and free. Ever rolling in might along, Tell of its worth, to the sea, In a melody true and str n^. (CHORUS.) Mountains, hoary and grand, Lo i the valleys look up to you ! Tell to the listening land, 'Tis the Flag of the brave and the true ! (Chorus.) Sons of the generous land, (As in Heaven you place your trust!) Tell to your infant band, 'Tis the Flag of the true and the just ! (Chorus.) Grant and the Union. Air — Battle Cry of Freedom. There's a host of loyal freemen, with hearts so warm and true. Shouting for Grant and the Union ; irf-L- '— '- - '■'■' f^'^Aia-ii:.. r- 18 THE GRANT S0:N^GSTEK. From tlie East and from the West, hesr them call for me and you,- Shouting for Grant and the Unioa. CHORtJ'S'. Our leader forever, the tried and the true. On to the battle, brave boys in blue, And we'll fight the grandest figlit that the Kation ever saw, Shouting for Grant and the tJnioil i Oh, the time is come for action, well nobly do'and dare. Shouting for Grant and the Union ; We tvill fight these Northern BiCbels, we'll r'oute 'em every where, Shouting for Grant and the Union. (Chords.) These repudiating rascals we'll battle night and day, Shouting, &c. They shall march to honest music, in spite df all they say, touting, «fcc. (Chorus.) WeVe a soldier for our leader, and we are bound to ivin, Shouting, &c. And for him the grateful freedman will fight through thick and thiny Shouting, &c. (Chorus.) Then fan in, fall in, we^re inarching ! we're on our con- quering way. Shouting, &c. W6 are bound to' win a victory, on ileit Election Bay, Shouting, i&e. (Chorus.) TEE gra:ntt SOXGSTER, 19 Andy's Lament. Am — Oh, take me hack to Tennesseei ■ Oh, take me back to Tennessee, The spot where I belong ; This air, it don't agree with me- lt seems to be too stronff. Ah, when I see my home again^ How happy I shall be ! I missed it, when I came away, From good old Tennessee. dHOEUS. Alas ! I fear I'hi played out here^ jMy party's done with me ; I'll change my tune, and very soon^ Return to Tennessee. IVe put the "Constitution", tlirough, As much as I knew how t Ire Swung Around the Circle, too, And swing a httle noW^ But what's the use of all this pains i l*in sure it does not pay ; Like dogs and other useful things, I tear I've had my day. (CiiORts. ) Their Sickles, Sheridans, and such, Were men I coidd not stand ; But oh, I played with fire too much, I've fairly burnt my hand. These Union folks — though they are queer— Their freaks I did not mind j Bat, when my friends deserted me, Oh, thai was too unkind ' (Chorus.) 20 TEE GRANT SONGSTER. The game is up ; I'll do no more For this ungrateful crew: I leave the " Flag " I left before— The " Constitution," too. Oh, take me back to Teimessee, As soon as we can go: I fain would see that little shop Where first I learned to sew. (Chorus.) Here^s to General Grant. Here's to General Grant, — drink it down ! [Drink it down !] Here's to General Grant,— drink it down! [Drink it down!] Here's to General Grant, Let no true man say he can't ! Drink it down, drink it down, drink it down ! Here's to our Cause, — drink it down ! [Drink it down !] Here's to our Cause',— drink it down! [Drink it down !] Here's to our Cause, — Never pause, never pause ! Drink it down, drink it down, drink it down ' Here's to the Flag,— drink it down ! [Drink it down !] Here's to the Flag,— drink it down! [Drink it down !] Here's to the Flag! May she wave from every crag ! Drink it dowTi, drink it down, drink it down ! Here's to the Nation,— drink it down ! [Drink it down !] Here's to the Nation,— drink it down ! [Drink it down !] Here's to the Nation, — And our Leader, its salvation ! Driult it down, driuk it down, drink it down I THE GRANT SONGSTER. 21 The Star of the West. Am — Sparkling and Bright. Brightest and best Shines the Star of the West ! Majestic is its story: When clouds of war Dimmed many a star, Then its ray was full of glory ! CHORUS. Oh, the Star of the West, We love it best, 'Tis the Star of Truth and Duty! Its kingly ray All hearts obey, For 'tis glorious in its beauty. Dark was the day When its steady ray On the troubled land shed brightness! Its beam so bold. With its gleams of gold. Made the heavy heart all lightness ! (Chorus.; This ray alone, As it brightly shone. Sent the clouds of war a-fl)ino-; And the hopeful dreamed, As it softly beamed On the field of the dead and dying. (Chorus.) In peace it can shine With a might divine, i 22 THE GRANT SONGSTER. Tlirougli the clouds and storm and faction : May its liglit so clear, Full many a year, Save tliis good land from distraction. (Chorus ) The Fine Old Tennessoo Gentleman. Air — Fine Old English Gentleman. I'll sing you a charming melody, as fine as it can be, Of a man who was no gentleman., and lived in Tennessee, Wlio used to ply the needle at a furious old rate. With the "goose" a-heating in the stove, to make the seams all straight — Like a stitching, witching tailor, he, all of the olden time. His walls, be bound, were hung around, with garments new and old, 'W^ith fashion-plates, by Genio Scott or some one quite as bold. And here " his worship " sat in state, with " gallowses " all loose, And sewed, and snipped, and cabbaged too, just like the very deuce- Like a driving, striving tailor, he, all of the olden time. . When winter's cold his garments sold, he opened house to all, And though a little bow-legged, still he featly led the ball; Nor was a single customer e'er driven from his hall ; For while he fitted all the great, he suited too the small, Like a shrewd and prudent tailor, he, all of the olden time. THE GRANT SONGSTER. 23" But time is miglity swift inflight, and so it came to pass, This tailor boldly rose and said, his trade might go to ^rass : "To be a tailor all one's life, one sure must be an ass!" And so he took to politics, and soared away on gas, Like a jolly politician, he, all of the olden time. This way, you eee^ he came to be an Alderman so fair ; And then they took his measure, and they cut him out for Mayor; The fit was good, and so they thought they'd try him on once more. They kept his goose all warm for him, and made h\m Governor, This enterprising rising man, all of the olden time. How he became our President, I surely need not tell; His deeds, and iiamous pilgrimage, you all remember well; He swung the dizzy circle round, he told his story o'er : And, all at once, the people found, their President a bore, This fine old gent from Tennessee, all of the present time. He soon began to interfere with all that Congress did, And made his mischief aH the more, the more he was forbid ; Removed Dan Sickles — being set against Ms wooden leg, And tried to oust Phil. Sheridan, who wouldn't budge a peg, This very proper Copperhead, all of the present time. At lengthhe got our gallant Pldl and several more removed. While every rebel North y,ad .South his sentiments ap- proved ; L 24 THE GRANT SONGSTER. And thinlung that a stitch in time would save a deal of sewing, Put Gen. Grant in Stanton's place, to keep the mill a-going, This " accidental " gentleman, all of the present time. But Grant stuck by his comrades ; he wouldn't let them go; When tempted by the President, his word was always " No !" He went to saving money for good old Uncle Sam ; For hints and threats and promises he didn't care a — clam, This military gentleman, aU of the present time. And now that Congress sits again, and all things are secure, This accidental President, whose friends once called him " boor," Is wretched all the while because he can no mischief do, For Grant and Cougress stand prepared to put this rebel through. This nu^:chief making gentleman aU of the present time. Victoria ! Air — Litoriu. [Yale College Song.] Our camp it was a jolly home ! Rub-dub-a-rub-(lub-boom ! We love it still, where'er we roam, Rub-dub-a-rub-dub-boom ! Duet — The good old songs we use'd to sing 'Mid mem'ry's echoes long shall ring, Rub-dub-a-rub-dub-boom ! THE GRANT SONGSTER. 25 ■ ■ — r • CHORUS. Victoria! victoria! Riib-dub-a-rub-dub-rub-dub-dub. Victoria ! victoria ! Rub-dub-a-rub-dub-boom ! When false alarms would route us out, Rub-dub, &c., We'd quickly face to the right about, Rub-dub, &c.. Duet — We'd lie all day in the cosy shade. Rub-dub, &c., Smoking the pipe that we had made, •Rub-dub, &.C. Chorus — Victoria ! &c. And when the day of battle came. Rub-dub, &c., With steady nerve we took our aim, * Rub-dub, &c. Duet — We'd fight the rebels till we couldn't see, Rub-dub, &c.. Next morning praised by U. S. G., Rub-dub, &c. Chorus — Victoria ! &c. We're Going in Strong for the Union. Air — For He's a Jolly Good Fellow. We're going in strong for the Union, We're going in strong for the Union, We're going in strong for the Union, And here's to General Grant ! And here's to General Grant, my boys, The man the people want. For we're going in strong, &c. 26 THE GRAIn'T songster. We liave had enough of your Johnson, We have had enough of your Johnson, We 'have had enough of four Johnson, And now for a different man, And now for a different man, my boys, Got up on a different plan, For we're going in strong, &c. Oh, Grant is the man for the nation, For he has proved its salvation ; He'd fight on a mighty small ration. To save this glorious land ! To save this glorious land, my boys! So give him your heart and hand ! For Grant is the man, &c. It is good to live in the right house. Although it's as small as a light-house; And every one knows that the White House Is the place for General Grant, The place for General Grant, my boys. The place for General Grant. For it is good to live, &c. Some say we want a " civilian ;" But what do you want, if a million Of rebels begin a cotillion And dance on the good old flag ! And dance on the good old flag, my boys; And dance on the Union Flag, Yet, some say, &c. We want to feel sure of our bacon. In case these fellows do take on. And they will be mightily shaken. We guess, by General Grant. THE GRANT SOI^GSTER. 27 Tlien drink to President Grant, my boys To stout old General Grant, For we want to feel sure, &,c. "Wait till next November. Am — Camptoicn Races. Who said traitors should be hung ? Chorus. — Andy Johnson ! Who fooled millions with his tongue? Chorus. — Andy, Andy J. Who said Congress was all right 1 Chorus. — Andy, Johnson ' Who took the oath when he was tight * Chorus. — Andy, Andy J. GRAND chorus. Wait till next November, Wait till Election Day ! We'U have a President — never fear — Whose name is not Andy J. Who at first was thought so sound ? (Chor. "\Mio the circle swung around ? (Chor. Who said Mayor Monroe was right? (Chor. Who beats Judas out of sight ? (Chor. (Grand Chorus. Who put patriots under ban ? (Chor. Who removed Phil Sheridan ? (Chor. Stanton, who suspended him? (Chor. Who is the slave of every whim ? (Chor. (Grand Chorus. Vfho found one he couldn't handle ? (Chor. To whom lie couldn't hold a candle ? (Chor. Who knows who will fill Ids shoes ? (Chor. Who's tormented with the blues ? (Chor. (Grand CAorus. 28 THE GEANT SONGSTER. To t]ie Grand Army of the Republic. Air — Hail Columbia. Hail, ye heroes, loyal band, Who have fought to save our land ! May your renown, fore'er extending, Patriots cheer, their rights defending ; Here, let all, in loudest songs. Give praise that to your needs belongs. Let the Union be your boast — Ever mindful what it cost, — Ever grateful for the prize. Let its altar reach the skies ! CHORUS. Firm, united, comrades, stand ! Let us save our Father land ! Truth and Justice be our cry : Heaven ^^^ll give us victory ! Noble patriots ! rise once more ! Fight, though not as once before. But, firm as rocks, the foe withstand, Let not a traitor's impious hand Invade the shrine where sacred lies Of toil and blood the well-earned prize ! Blest with leaders great and just, , In Heaven we place a manly trust; • Truth and Justice shall prevail, And every traitorous project fail. (Chorus.) Lo ! the Chief, who now commands. Still to save his country stands. The rock on which the storms are beating, Rudest shocks with valor meeting, THE GRANT SONGSTER. 29 Armed with virtue, firm and true. His hopes are fixed on Heaven and you ! When our hearts sank in dismay, Gloom obscured Columbia's day, His firm mind, from changes free, Triumph, peace, and joy, could see. (CnoRtfs.) To the Veterans of the War. Air — Maryland, My Maryland. Matchless in the storied page, Are your deeds, Columbia's brave ! They shall shine from age to age, Long as Freedom's banners wave .' CHORUS. Hail, ye true and loyal band, Who have fought to save our land ! E-ver great and glorious Be your deeds victorious. Those were weary years of toil, O, ye soldiers, battle worn I Oft ye stood, 'mid war's turmoil, Bearing high your banners torn ! (Chorus.) What was comfort — what was life, In the cause you risked them for ? Unity must come of strife — Peace must still be born of war ! (Chorus.) Glorious leaders, on the land, Glorious leaders on the sea ! Formed by Heaven to command, — Farragut and Grant for me ! (Chorus.) V i^'l Y.i..-^m^ 30 THE GRANT SONGSTER. Thanks to tlicm and you, brave boys.' | Still the Union flourishes ! Source of all a patriot's joys — Freedom's germ it nourishes ! (Chorus.) Neter more shall rebel rag Poison Freedom's native ait* ! But our noble Union Flag, Proud, shall float forever there.? (Chorus.) Say, Darkies, have you seen Ulysses. Air — Kingdom Coming. Say, darldes, have you seen Ulysses, wid the Inustache on his face, The white folks say how he's sartain sure to fill old Andy's place ; He's fifty foot one Way, sixty foot ^totheij and wears three silver stars, His coat is blue with big gilt buttons, and he smokes the strong segars. CHORUSi Oh, raassa say ha ! ha ! darkie laugh ho ! ho ! It must be now the election's comin' in the year of Jubilo. He smokes all de time like d, Union gunboat, a-kindlin' of its fires, And whatever he says goes as swift as lightnin^ along de 'lectric wires ;. His shinin' eye am a great deal brighter thaii the golden light of day, And if by chance you should come across him, de darkie faint away. (Chorus.) His beard is thick as a tangled canebi'eak, and his mus- tache dreadful long, THE GRAJ7T SONGSTER. 31 And if lie siieeze it 'II knock you over, lie is so mighty strong ; He cough one day down in old Tifginny when a-ehasin' General Lee, And all de ships in de big Potomac river went sailing out to sea. (Chorus.) Oh, I've got a vote along wid massa, on tie big election day, ni give it sure to the great XJlysses, who drove the rebs away ; He*8 fifty foot one way, sixty foot 'tother, and he wears three shiny stars, His coat is blue with big gilt buttons, and he smokes the strong segars. (Chorus.) On the Battle's Field he Stood. Air — Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! , On the battle field he stood, When the brazen cannon boomed, And the sliot and shell fell screaming thick an^ fast ? His eagle eye it pierced ■ The battle cloud that loomed^ • Till peace shone o'er the bleeding land at last. CHORUS. Grant! Grant! Grant! his name is sounditfg^ Say^ gallant comrades, do you hear ? From East to farthest West Underneath the Starry Flag, The echoes fling the answer far aad near. His brow is grave and stern, And beneath' Ms glance is bright, 32 THE GRANT SONGSTER. And liis name and fame are known the wide world o'er He lias nobly won Ms stars, He will side alone with right, For his heart is true and loyal to the core. (Chor.) In the foremost rank he stands, While we're waiting for the day That shall dawn with added victory at last; When the Nation's heart shall glow, And the people all shall say The clouds of doubt and trouble all are past. (CitOR.) Vote for Grant. Air — The Boys that Wear the Greene A shout comes up from every heart) And echoes through the land. The time draws near, my countrymen, Now boldly take your stand. Let v^dcked traitors fawn and lie, And wild fanatics rant ; Be thou upon the side of right, And cast your vote for Grant. CHORUS. The Union of America, Let nothing it destroy ; And may our children's children live Its blessings to enjoy. Cheer up, brave hearts, the golden hour Of victory draws nigh ; And high above the parting cloudsi^ Eeveal the azure sky. Now firmly on the mountain's height The Nation's standard plant; r" THE GRANT SOXGSTER. 33 Stand firmly by the side of right, And cast your vote for Grant- (CnoRUS.) Thick on the hills and on the vales Our patriot graves are sown, And thrice above their sleeping dust The flowers of peace have blewn ; Above them there is dreamfid rest, The yellow sunbeams slant, Then for the sake of those wh« bled, Go, cast your vote for Grant. (Chorus.) God Bless the Flag. ^iii — Qod Save the Queen. Ged bless the Flag we love. Waving the land above, Ood bless the Flag ! Flag of the brave and free., Emblem of Liberty, Where e'er its stars may be, God bless tlie Flag ! Fling out the Stripes and Stars, Seamed with th« battle's scars, God bless the Flag : Stained with the battle's smoke, ^^^len the fierce cannon woke. And the sw^eet silence broke, God bless the Flag ! See where it waves on high, Proudly it greets the skyi God Wess the Flag ! For over land and sea, Emblem of Liberty, 34 THE GKAIs^T SONGSTER. Where e'er its stars may be, God bless the Flag ! Long wave the Stripes and Stars •, Long live our gallant tare ; God bless the Flag ! Long live our soldiers brave. Grant and the boys that gave Treason its lasting grave ^ God bless the Flag ! Come Voters AIL Air — Columbians Call. Oh, come, voters all, ^tis your country's earnest eall^ Resounding over hill and plain ; Let every one obey as nearer draws the day ; Oh, may she never call in vain. Glorious the victory before us,. Blessed the day of triumphs nigh. Then join heart and hand for the welfare of the land, Wherever the starry flag may fly. Chorus — Glorious, &c. Oh, dark have been the days, with no fair sun's cheering rays. And sad the gloomy years gone by ; But those troubled times are past and no longer overcast. Fair and bright above us shiues the sky. Now that the cruel war is over; Now that the flag waves over all, Oh, join heart and hand for the welfare of the land. And answer your country's earnest call. Chorus— Glorious, &c. THE GRANT SONGSTEB,. 35 Oh, softly blow the gales through the happy wooded vales, Since peace dawned through the battle cloud, And hushed as it drew nigh the ringing battle-cry, And the cannon as they thundered loud. Come, then, oh North and South united, ^ Come, then, oh East and West, and plant. On the golden sunrise height, our banner fair and bright. And vote, voters, all of you, for Grant. Chorus. — Glorious, &c. Ulysses, the Soldier of Fame. Air — Jessie, the Belle at the Bar. For the coming grand election We have made a great selection, A man whose trusty sword has won A dozen fields and more ; He's a soldier by vocation, The best in all the Nation, And his name and fame are heralded The wide world o'er and o'er ; He wears three shining stars, This gallant son of Mars, ' Upon his shoulders broad, Three stars of silver bright, In a field of deepest blue, Like the heaven's azure hue, And they scintillate and sparkle Just like the stars of night. CHORUS. The lawyer and the tailor ; The merchant and the sailor ; Our brave and valiant soldiers and our gallant jack-tars ; 36 THE GRA1!^T SONGSTEE. The butcher and the baker, And the quiet looking quaker, All are for the brave Ulysses, who wears the triple stars. ■♦ The brave and famous soldier, With the stars upon his shoulder, Is the man above all others for The Presidental chair. He's the people's own selection, He is sure of the election, And all other hopeless candidates May give up in despair. He will stand beside the right. Though the wrong be armed with might, And by his stem rebuke he wOl Make treason blush with shame. Then roll out your loud hurrahs, For the gallant son of Mars, For the welkin now is ringing With the splendor of his fame. (Chorus.) Ulysses Grant. Air — Pat Malloy. For four long years, four dreadful years, the cannon thundered loud. And thick and dark around us hung the battle's angry cloud ; Our starry flag waved in the breeze amid the storm of shell. Though seamed and scarred, through good and ill, till lying treason fell, At Chattanooga's gory siege and in the Wilderness, Before proud Richmond's halls and towers that trembled with distress ; Oh, Heaven bless our gallant chief, our banner firmly plant, For Columbia is our country, and our President is Grant. Oh, Andy will, ere very long, evacuate the chair, And in his stead we're bound to put the brave Ulysses there ; For Grant is just the man to fill that high exalted place. The hero's name is written on his frank and manly face ; And in a corner of his heart, wliich nobody can see, He has the welfare of the land, the birth-place of the free ! Oh, Heaven bless our gallant chief, our banner firmly plant, .For Columbia is our country, and our President is Grant. Through Europe and America his name sounds far and wide ; The storm winds waft it o'er and o'er the briny ocean's tide ; Whenever from a speaker's lips that hero's name they hear. The people make the welkin ring with sounding cheer on oheer ; For he is just the man to fill the Presidental chair,. And if the country knows itself we're bound to place him there ; Then Heaven bless our gallant chief, our banner firmly plant. For Columbia is our country, and our President is Grant eiii — Hally Around the Polls. Air — Johnny Fill up the Bowl. Election day will soon come round, Come round .' come round 1 38 TI^ GRANT SONGSTER. Election day will soon come round, Come round ! come round ! Election day wiU soon come round, And when it does I will be bound Chorus— We'll all vote for Gen. Grant, Rally around the polls. Donelson, it was the spot For balls! for balls! Donelson, it was the spot For balls ! for balls ! Donelson, it was the spot For screamin<( shell and solid shot. (Chorus. (Chorus.) Oh, Chattanooga was the place For shell ! for shell ! Oh, Chattanooga ft^as the place For shell ! for shell ! Oh, Chattanooga was the place That brought secession to disgrace. Richmond city was the town For balls ! for balls ! Richmond city was the town For balls ! for balls ! Richmond city was the town Where haughty treason tumbled down. (Chorus.) The Army Blue. Air — Wearing of the Green. Oh, soldiers, say if you have heard the news that's going round, 'Twill make each true and loyal heart with joy and glad- ness bound, THE GEANT SONGSTER. 39 General Grant is up for President, he's the man for me and you, He'll get the vote of all the boys that wear the army blue. It was down in old Virginia that he put the foe to route ; Though it took the whole of summer, on that line he fought it out ; Long that day will be remembered when the Southern rebels flew Before the brave Ulysses, who wears the army blue. In front of frowning Richmond his cannon thundered loud, And from their brazen throats arose the battle's angry cloud ; And tliick and fast dropped shot and shell, the wild air screaming through, And rose the shouts above our hues where shone the army blue. Now the cruel war is over and Peace smiles once again, And hushed is now the cannon's voice, the bitter groans of pain ; And Grant, the country's hero, the valiant and the true, Will be electe4 by the boyfe that wore the army blue. Oh, Columbia, happy country, more blest than all the lands, Forever more united thy people's hearts and hands ; No more the traitor's clamor the struggle shall renew, With Ulysses Grant for President who wears the army blue. The Presidential Wagon. Air — Wait for the Wagon. It is election morning, the moments swiftly glide, So jump into the wagon, and we'll all take a ride. 40 THE GRANT SONGSTER. Bring out the wagon, bring out the wagon, Bring out the wagon, and we'll all take a ride. No, thank j^ou, Mr. Pendleton, I'm not inclined to go, Your wagon's not a safe one, and your team is very slow. So don't bring out your wagon, so don't bring out your wagon. So don't bring out your wagon, your team it is too slow. It is election morning, the moments swiftly glide. Come jump into my wagon, and we'll all take a ride. Bring out the wagon, bring out the wagon. Bring out the wagon, and we'll all take a ride. No, thank you, Mr. Chase, sir, I do not feel incHned, Your wagon's full of greenbacks, so you really needn't mind. So don't bring out your wagon, so don't bring out your wagon. So don't bring out your wagon, for you really needn't mind. It is election morning, the moments swiftly glide, So jump into my wagon, and we'll all take a ride. Bring out the wagon, bring out the wagon, Bring out the wagon, and we'U all take a ride. No, thank you, Mr. Sherman, we've much regard for you. Your ambulance is handy, but it won't exactly do. So don't bring out your wagon, so don't bring out your wagon, Your ambulance is handy, but it won't exactly do. It is election morning, the momenta swiftly glide. Come jump into the wagon, and we'll all take a ride. Bring out the wagon, bring out the wagon, Bring out the wagon, and we'll all take a ride. Oh, thank you, brave Ulysses, you wagon's safe and strong. Your team it is the fastest, and so we'U go with you along. THE GRANT SOXGSTER. * 41 Tlien bring out the wagon, bring out the wagon, Then bring out the wagon', and well go with you along. Talking of the Old Battle Fields. Air — Tenting on the Old Camp Ground. We've been talking to-night of the old battle fields; Give us a song, and fill Your glasses up— that song that used To make each bosom thrill. CHOKLS. Many are the hearts that are joyous to-night, Now tliat the war is done ; Many are tlie hearts cheering for the Right, Proving tliat victory is won. Cheermg to-night, cheering to-night. While telling of the old battle-fields. We've been talking to-night of the old battle fields, Talking of the years gone past ; Of the comrades wlio fell wliile fighting by our sides, . 'Mid the cannon's fearful blast. (Chorus.) Our thoughts go back to the old battle-fields, While talking here to-night ; To the valiant hearts that mingled in the fray. While fighting for the Right. (Chorus.) We've been talking to-night of the old battle-fields, While the fleeting hours grew brief; ^ Of the heroes that fell figliting by our sides. And of Grant our glorious chief. CHORUS. Many are the hearts that are joyous to-night. Now that the war is done ; 42 THE GRANT SONGSTER. Many are the hearts cheering for the Right, And the Hero's name who won. Cheering to-night, cheering to night, Wliile talking of the old battle-fields. Our Own Ulysses. Am — Juliana, Phwbiana, Constantina Brown. Oh ! I'm going to sing a song to you about a certain man * My throat is dry, my song is short,. 'tis time I had began : So first of all I'll tell you of my gallant hero's name ; I rather think you'll all confess 'tis slightly known to fame. CHORUS. For he fought so well, ' Until Treason fell. Of all the gallant soldier lads no other can supplant, Our own Ulysses, brave Ulysses, gallant Ulysses Grant. Oh, the first time that I saw him he wore the three bright stars ; And my ears were almost deafened by the thunder of hurrahs ; Upon the house-tops proudly waved the banner of our land; And all the folks pressed round to shake the hero by the hand. (Chorus.) It's he that's up for President, he's just the sort of man. To wm the next election, no other really can ; For when he placed the Stars and Stripes before a rebel town, The banner with the Stars and Bars was sure to be hauled dovm! (Chorus.) THE GRANT SONGSTER. 43 A Health to Grant* Air — The Red, White and Bliie. Here's a health to tke chief of the Nation, The chief that so soon is to be, Cokimbia's pride and salvation, The gallant Ulysses is he ; The wine-cup, the wine-cup bring hither, And fill ye it up to the brim ; The wren u lie has won cannot wither. Nor the stars on his shoulder grow dim. Chorus. — ^Nor the stars, &c. His sword made Secession to tremble. And crouch at Ms feet in the fight ; His name calls the hosts to assemble. That flock in defense of the Eight. The wine-cup, the wine-cup bring hither. And fill ye it up to the brim. The wreath he has won cannot wither. Nor the stars on his shoulder grow dim. (Cho.) \Yhen war waged its wide desolation. And threatened our land to deform, • It was Grant, the beloved of the Nation, That routed the whiiiwind and storm. The wine-cup. the wine-cup bring hither, And fill ye it up to the brim. The wreath he has won cannot wither, Nor the stars on his shoulder grow dim. (Cho.) Shout the Gall, Comrades. Air — Ring the Bell, Watchman. Hi ;1i on the hill tops, go, comrades, and stand, . Shouting the call o'er the wide spreading land ; 44 ■ THE GRANT SONGSTER. Shout till ye waken the wild echoes all ; To the i'ar distuiit ocean, shout, shout the call ! CHOKUS. Shout the call, comrades, shout! shout! shout! Yes ! yes ! the good news to the winds fling it out ; Yes ! yes! till ye waken the wild echoes all, Make known the glad tidings, shout, shout the call ! Bearing your heads 'neath the flag waving high, Greeting the blue of the bright morning sky ; Then with a vigor, appealing to all. O'er the wide rolling valley, shout, shout the call ! (Cho ) Hear from the woodlands the answer they fling, Loud in the mountains the wild echoes ring, " Grant ! Grant ! noble chieftain," their clear voices all. In chorus repeating, " shout, shout, the call !" (Chok.) Bonfires shall blaze, and rockets shoot hijih, Proclaiming the triumph with joy to the sky; Shout till ye waken the wild echoes all, To the far distant ocean, shout, shout the call! (Chor.) Our Flag My Boys. Unroll the stripes and stars my boys, The lesson of the battles heeding ; Can we forget the bars, ray boys, That waved while hearts and wounds were bleeding. CIIOllUS. Our hearts are true as steel, my boys. And every man's a brother, While we have hearts to feel, my boys. Out hands will help each other. THE GRANT SOI-TGSTER. -45' Up with the tapering mast, my boys, As high as any lotty steeplvi ; Then make our banner fast, my boys, The standard of the loyal pooplft. (Chorus.) Free labor and free speech, my boys, And U. S. G. for our chief leader ; And a free press to teach, my boys. Our Nation saved and. free, God speed her. (Ciiok.) Tip "with, the Mast and Flag. Up where the masses are shouting hosjinnalis, Up gallant heroes and gird for tlie fight, Up with the mottoes on star spangled banners, Freedom, the ballot, and God for the right. The guns of our leader in battle have spoken, Their echoes are heard in the East and the West; The rod and the yoke of oppression are broken, Like the broad sea swells humanity's breast. Hearts of our patriot brothers are beating. Music of freedom in these hearts of ours ; Crowns of sharp thorns, now have blossomed repeating, In chaplets of glory, the sweetest of flowers. Shout again with a voice heaven rending. May the sword, shield and sheltering wing, Chariots burning and mantles descending. Be the golden reward of our welcoming. Keeping Step with the Drum. BY G. W. BUXGAY. Bronzed and battered and covered with scars, Dressed in their faded uniforms. Lifting aloft the standard of stars Tliey bore through the battle's storm. CHOKUS. They come ! they come ! Keeping step with the drum, The cheering street Flings flowers at their feet. Like a river the columns sweep by : From the East like the break of day, From the West hke the hue of the sky, At the call of the bugle they march away (Choru.s.) They have charged in the face of the foe, Through hot tempests of shot and shell, When the war clouds were hanging low, And the rain in red torrents fell. (Chorus.) They have marched through tlie swamps of the South. And forded treacherous streams, They have looked down the cannon's mouth, By the light of its sulphur gleams. (Chorus.) These are the men who fought and bled, Lighting their path with patriot flame ; These are the men who fought in our stead, Saving the nation and winning her fame. (Chorus.) Leaping through sharp hedges of fire. When the sky rang like a funeral bell, Up slippery mounds and parapets higher, They fought with brothers who fell. (Chorus.) On bloody field and bloody redoubt. On the march in the fiery strife. The angel of death mustered heroes out, God mustered them into eternal life. (Chorus.) THE GRANT SONGSTER. * 47 The Siege of Vicksburg. Air — Dearest May, Now, every loyal freeman, Pray, listen, wliile I sing Of a famous Union victory, That made the country ring .' It was in the rebellion, — The year was 'sixly-three ; The place was Vicksburg, and the man Was Grant— old U. S. G. ! CHORUS. Oh, Grant, 'twas you — The noble and the true — Whose matchless might. In siege and fight, Brought the good cause safely through! In the Union Camp 'twas very hot; In Vicksburg it was hotter ; The rebels— though they never bathed— Were often in hot water ! Bread, beef, and whiskey, grew bo scarce. The big shells flew so fast. The bravest reb began to fear Each day would prove his last. (Chorus.) July the third, Old Pemberton — So tired of war was he — Sent hasty word, by flag of truce, That Grant he \\ished to see. "All right," says Grant, " you're just the man I've tried so hard to meet .'" They met half-way, that very day, And Pern, gave up the heat. (Chorus.) 48 ' THE GRANT SONGSTER. Next day (it was the glorious Fourth !) Near forty thousand men Laid down their arms, and promised ne'er To take them up again ! And now the thirsty ones could drinlf, The hungry ones could eat ; So, both to rebs and Union men, ' That victory was sweet! (Chorus.) The Political Code. Air — Cocachelunk. Lives of rascals oft remind us It don't pay to follow such ; Always, these, know where to find us, — Following Grant, we'll beat the Dutch ! CHORUS. Cocachelunk ch-'luuk chelaly, Cocachelunk chelunk chela, Cocachelunk chelunk chelaly, '■ Hi ! O ! Chickachelunk chela. Seward and Johnson, Wood and Seymour, Pendleton, Blair, Yallandigham, — Sail in the new Salt Eiver steadier, Bound for the land of cheat and sham ! (Chor.) Talk not of Repudiation, Uncle Sam will pay his debts; Spite of all asseveration. Gold aud silver are his pets. (Chorus.) Men tlfat now would rob the darkey Of his vote, can never pass ; They feel sure to win !— but hark'ee ! — They are sure to go to grass I (Chorus.) THE GEANT SONGSTER. 49 WMcli side, comrade, do you go for? Soldier, sailor,— what say you ? Our side, there's the biggest show for, — Vote for Grant, for he's true blue ! (Chorus.) No more politicians wanted In the Presidential Chair ! — trouble in the West,— Trouble, wherever you may go boys ! Yes, the Democrats have troubles that cannot be ex- pressed ; Ask 'em, and they will tell you so, boys! CHORUS. Ulysses, forever, the loyal and true 1 Shout for the hero, and vote for him, too! Oh there's trouble all around, North and South, East and West : Trouble wherever there's a foe, boys ! What's this trouble all about, boys ? — surely it is strange, — Warriors should never worry so, boys ! We've a battery that's planted out of their range: That's what's the matter with the foe, boys! (Chorus.) \*^ 50 THE GRANT SONGSTER. ' ' ■ ' ■ ,,.... Oh, that battery is fearful — so their leaders say — Dreadful to see the kUled and wounded ! With the Grant Percussion Primer, those Union guns will play Hotly, tin rebels are confounded* (CnoKUS.) There is trouble in the East, boys, — trouble in the West, — Trouble wherever you may go, boys ! Yes, the democrats have troubles, it must be confessed, — Ask 'em if that isn^t so, boys! (Chokus.) We are all Waiting:. Air — We are all Nodding. We are all waiting, — wait, wait, waiting,— We are all waiting for next Election Day. There will be such a strife as the world never saw. For every tough old rebel his rusty sword vsdll draw t Oh, we are all waitmg, &c. •iunnr.fi irJi ■ ','■ We are all going, — go, go, goings — We are all going to mingle in the fray, Such a crew as we shall fight, never fought a fight before ; And we fancy they wdll never need whipping any more ! For we are all going, &c. We are all guessing, — guess, guess, guessing, — We are all guessing they'll wish they hadn't fought! For the Union Gun will drop 'em like pigeons ; *nd be- sides. At our head is one who quickly wiH tan their rebel hides ! Oh, we sxe all guessing, &c. We are all feeling,— feel, feel, feeling, — We are all feeling so badly at the thought I But it's none of our funeral, so we will not cry long f -i_ ^- THE GRANT SOXGSTEK. 51 Let us sing— to cheer our spirits— some good old Union song! For we are all feeling, &c. We are all cheering, cheer, cheer, cheering,— We are all cheering for honest General Grant ! He's the man we admire, for he's stood rebel fire ; And like blessed Old Virginuy, in the cause he'll never tire ! Oh, we are all cheering, &o. Seward's Liament. Am— Carry me hack to Old I'irginnt). My natoe is Seward— at Washington I've lived this many a year ; I'm Johiison'a right hand, left hand, man^ His very front and rear. I'm deathly sick of such a life,— My groans I can't sustain ; Oh, take me back to Auburn dear, And let me there remain. CHORUS Oh, take me out of Washington,-— From Johnson set me free .' Oh, carry me back to Auburn dear. For there I long to be ! Once honest men respected me,^- The proud to me woidd bend ; For I was generous, true, sincere, And I was freedom's friend. 'Twas so when Lincoln called me here | So, even, when he died ; But Andrew Johnson's been my bane, And gone is all my pride. (CHORtJS.) This hapless year ends toy career,— I'm Cliief of State no more. *Tis not that Grant won't want me here, That doesn't make me sore. It is the thought that History Will wonder how the deuce, A " snip " could set up such a shoj), And use me for his " goose.'* (Chorus.) The Huzza Song. For Grant, ouf noble candidate, Huzza, huzza, huzza I We'll place him in the Chair of State, Huzza, huzza, huzz:a ! . He's true as steel — an honest man i His better, show us, if you can ! Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza! Huzza, huzza^ huzza ! Behold our Banner, light and free, Huzza, &c.. Inscribed with " Grant and Liberty !'* Huzza, &c., No compromise with traitors, there 5 It waves for Union everywhere ! Huzza, &G. Of demagogues wei've had enough, Huzza, &c., We will not stand their traitorous stuff, Huzza, &c. Let politicians stand aside. In Grant, the honest, we confide ! Huzza, &c. THE GRANT SONGSTER. 53 Let every patriot raise his voice, Huzza, &c., For U. S. Grant, the People's choice ! Huzza. &c., ( For hira we'll work, for him we'll vote ! The Ship of State shall safely float ! Huzza, &c. The Patriot's Appeal. Air — Vive L^ America. Sons of Columbia ! noble and free, — Proud of your Flag, on land and on sea ! Sliall foul dishonor breathe on its folds, \Vhil(' this proud laud one patriot holds 1 The pledge of the Nation sliall traitors deny ? Never ! we swear it, by earth and by sky ! CHOKLS. Ever Columbia ! sacred to thee. Honor and truth through thy borders shall be ! Lovers of justice, liberty, truth, — Lovers of freedom, — generous youth ! — Can you forget all the freedman has done ? Will you withhold the dear rights he has won ? Shame to the soul that oppresses the weak; Honor to all who for Justice wUl speak ! CHORUS. Ever, Columbia ! — sacred to thee, Honor and truth through thy borders shall be ! Men of the Nation ! look to your Flair ! Lest, in the dust, its proud folds should drag! Rouse, or the cowardly, reckless, and base, Soon may be mighty in power and place ! 54 THE GKANT SONGSTER. Let every patriot here take Ms stand ; — God help the just to redeem this fair land I CHORUS. Ever, Columbia ! loyal to thee— Strong and united thy true sons shall be ! I Union Marching Song. Air — John Broicn's Body. Firm and undaunted, lo ! the loyal legions come ! All keeping time to the music of the drum ; Every rebel Ibeman with dismay is stricken dumb. As we go marching on ! Chorus — Glory, glory, hallehijah ! Glory, glory, halldiijah ! Glory, glory, hallelujah, As we go marching on ! The heart of the Nation now is beating warm and true, Sons of the Union, for your glorious cause and you! — They know we're faithful to the Red, White, and Blue, As w'e go marching on ! (Chori.s.) Stoi-m-clouds are flying, and the skies are growing clear ; Faint hearts beat stronger as they see the coming cheer ; — Peace, joy, and plenty, w- ait to deck our banner dear, A^ we go marching on ! (Chorus.") Glory and honor to our Grant, forevermore ! Nothing can daunt us whiltf Ulysses goes before! — " Grant and the Union !"— let the cry ring, o'er and o'er. As we go marching on ! (Chorus.) THE GEAKT SONGSTER. 55 Bully Boy, Ulysses. Air — Pretty Little Sarah. My brain is like a whirligig, and keeps a turning round ; The doctor says it's getting so elated On foaming lager beer and good old sweitzer kase. And that is why I am so shaUow pated. I've come before you here to-night to sing a little song, For this one occasion, it will not take me long ; I've bet on this election, but of that I only speak; For what a bet it must have been oa fifty cents a week. CHORUS. Bully Boy, Ulysses, with three shining stars, His shoulder straps with silver light adorning; He's sure to be our President, this gallant son of Mars ; 80 vote for him right early in the morning He entered at West Point when just seventeen years old; Regarding his right name they were mistaken, But they gav.' him there, the famous 11. S. G., Our gallant hero never has forsaken. With Taylor and with Scott he went to Mexico, And 'twas there through pluck he got his captain's bars, you know ; And when the war was done, a farmer then he turned, And by hard manly labor an honest living earned. (Chorus.) Then with liis dad and brother into the leatlier trade The bold Ulysses went, a worthy dealer; But when the war broke out a company he raised, And made an offer of it as a feeler. He drilled his Western troops, and everybody knows, Before the war was done, how very high he rose , 56 TEE GRANT SONGSTER. He's sure to be next President, but tliathe doesn't seek ; I'll bet you all my wages down, just filty cents a week. (Chokus.) Meet Me at the Polls. Am— Meet Me in the Lane, Meet me at the polls, boys, When it strikes ten, And I will let you know, boys. All about it then. My heart is aiiaost bariilug, My head is nearly turuuig. With thinking till day uiadly Of the war that's past, When the battle cloud was glooming^ And cannon loud were booiuiiio So many brave liearts dooming By their friglitful blast. — I'll meet you at- the polls, boys-,, When it strikes ten. And I will let you know, boys-, All about it then. My heart is almost burning. My brain is nearly tuDuiig With thinkiiig all day madly Of the war that's past. CHOIIUH. I'll meet you at the polls, boya^. When it strikes ten, And I wiil let you know, boys, All about it then. I'll meet you at the polls, boys, I'll meet you at the polls, boys. TEE GRANT SONGSTER. 57 Meet me, meet me When the clock strikes ten. I'll leave 3^011 at tlie polls, boys, At the set of sun, Then you may be certain, boys, That the day is won. We cannot iuil, no never I His stars no hand can sever; His name will live iorever, The great I lysses Grant ! I'll leave yo'u at the polls, boys. At the set of sun, Then you may be certain, boys, That the day is won ! We cannot fail, no never ! His stars no hand can sever; His name will live forever, The great Uly.sses Grant ! (Chorus.) Farewell to Massa Johnson. A []{ — Nicodem us Job, nson. I's just arrove in town to-day, An' here I is before vou. To sing ab(r.!t de big rle Yajikee nation, And of de Presidential Chair So nigh ti) 'vacuation. So good-bye, good-bye to poor ole Massa Johnson. I live way down in Tennessee Where poor ole Andy come.? from. And worked for years uj^on de next plantation; He was a tailor in thein days, Dat was his occupation. Then good-bye, good-bye to poor ole Massa Johnson, 58 THE GRANT SONGSTER. I's glad de 'lection comin' roun', 'Cause why I's gwiue to tell you, Old Andy vvill no longer rule dis Nation ; And Massa Grant in ])lace of liim Be 'lected to dat station. So good-bye, good-bye to poor ole Massa Jolinson. Our Brave Soldier Boy, Air — The Boirld Sojer Boy Ob, there's not a man tliat's going — Worth showing, or knowing — But his heart is all o'er flowing For our brave Soldier Boy ! Wherever he may go, He will know friend from foe ; Every loyal hand will show For. our brave Soldier Boy I There's not a town he'll enter, But, to its very centre, — In spite of rebel mentor — Will rush a thrill of joy: 'Tis our gallant Ulysses. Grant, That fought his way and won the day ! No wonder they honor Our brave Soldier Boy ! Oh, when the fight raged free, U. S. G.,— Where was he ? In the van — where he should be — Stood our brave Soldier Boy ! " For the Union and the Eight We will fight, day and night, While a rebel is in sight !" THE GRANT SONGSTER. 59 Cries our bold Soldier Boy ! Then comes ou the tug of battle ; And, while guns and cannon rattle, " Go in and show your mettle !" Cries our bold Soldier Boy! No wonder, then, that loyal men Their standard plant and shout for Grant ! For he's the people's darling— This brave Soldier Boy ! The Chieftain. AiK — The Charmer. I'll now describe our Chieftain As I saw him on the field, A monstrous sabre in liis hand, Like a feather he did wield. CHORUS. He's as blooming as a rose, As everybody know^. And from between his lips, oh ! oh ! An awful cloud he blows. He rode a fiery charger That trod on hoofs of steel, And underneath his powerful tread The solid earth did reel. (Chorus.) He bk'W a whifF of 'bacca smoke, As if in boyish play. And, tliicker tlian a curtam, it Obscured the light of day. (Chorus.) The rebels thought that certain The night had come at last ; 60 THE GEANT SONGSTER. I 1 And on the field where they liad fought Their ragged forms they cast. (Chorus.) He took His mighty sabre, With crimson Llood stains red, And with a ieh terrific swoop He cut ofi' every head. And like a wounded sarpent The grim rebellion lay, That for so long had filled our hearts (Chorus.) With terror and dismay. And so we'll make liim President, Our chieftuiii true and brave. Whose mighty sabre placed at last (Chorus.) Secession in its grave. (Chorus.) The Grant Brigade. Air — The Llack Briaradc. BY DAN. EMMET. Wlio's coming, now, — who's coming ? Chorus — Savers of the Union ! Who's coming, now, — who's coming? Chorus — Make room, — make room! What means this awi'iil driimiiung ? Chorus — Savers of the Union — Hurra ! hurra ! Here come the Union boys ! GRAND chorus. Now for the^ grand parade ! Be quick ; let no one lag ! Hurra! Hurra! Ulysses is the Union General — We're the Grant Brigade ! THE GRANT SONGSTER, 61 T lien cheer, boys, for the Flag, — Eeady ? — ready ! — hip, — hurra, hurra! Kow listen to the tramping, (Chorus.) Kow listen to the tramping. (Chorus.) Like all the world a-camping, (CfiORUS.) Pll join that band of brothers, (Chorus.) I'll join that band of brotliors, (Chorus.) And bring in many others ! (Chorus.) The Excelsior KebeL Aili — Up idee. The shades of night were falling fast — ■ Chorus — Upiileo ! Fpidee ! As through a Southern village passed Chorus — Upidee-i-da ! A reb, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with this strange device : •Chorus — C. S. A., I say, I say! C. S. A. ; I say, I say,— C. S. A., I say ! His look was biid; beneath one eye (Chorus.) He had a boil — or else, a stye; (Chorus.) Aud, like an old accordeon, sung The accents of that tipsy tongue. (Choiius.) 62 THE GRANT SONGSTER. " Oh, stay," a landlord said, " and take (Chorus.) A little rye, for frieudsliip's sake; (Chorus ) A wink closed up Ms other eye — ** Ketch me!" he answered, with a sigh. (Chorus.) At break of day, another man — Chorus— U. S."a 5 U. S. G. ! A hunt for this poor reb. began— Chorus— U. S. G. ; U. S. G. ! He found him on a little knoll, And down his cheek the tears didt roll; Chorus-^U. S. G. I see^ I see ! tJ. S. G. ; U. S. G. ! U. S. G. I see, I see !-* U. S. G. I see i Come, ciieer up> sonny !'' then said hejr Chorus— U. S. G.; U. S. a ! And took the poor boy on his knee } Chorus— U. S. G. ; U. S. G. ! He gave him there, 'mid snow and ice^ A banner — with this strange device : — > Chorus — U. S. G. I see, I see ! U. S. G. ; U. S. G. ! U. S. G. I see, I see ! U. S. G. for me I The Wrong: and the Right Track. Air— ^OA, Susannah! 1 saw a sight, the other night, — Wlien everything was still, — ^ A Democrat, as blind as a bat, AVas toiling up a hilL -WJ THE GRANT SONGSTEK. 63 "Oh, for a guide !" he sadly cried—* And slipped full twenty feet,— » " Is this the Democratic road 1 If so, I give up, beat!" CHORUS. Cheer up, comrade,— Don't you give up, so ! Just try the good old Union road J The way you ought to go ! Now once again, with might and main, This hero tried the steep ; When he began, he fairly ran, But soon was fain to creep. " Alas !" cried he, — " and can it be? My breath is growing scant ; I've half a mind to try and find The road laid out by Grant !'* (CHORUS^) To his surprise, his owlly eyes Now opened very wide ; And U. S. G. he plain could see, High up the mountain side. "Enough for nle !" he cried, with giee. And rushed through bush and brake.— ^ A course like that, no Democrat Should hesitate to take. (CHORtJS.) 5j:^^O0 — . SECRETS WOETH KNOWING I A COMPLETE HANDBOOK OF USEFUL KNOWLEDGE. 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