^7/^ M3 LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 013 788 978 A E 710 .H53 v^ '^^:^~^^^^^:^^0Z^^^i^ Copy 1 )e \\)ant the Best! .-^^^ fO ound TWon^i/ ci"d Protection! UP TO DT^T! j^epu^lican^anipaign Songster Compiled and Copyrighted by W. H. HIGGIN8, Kokomo, Ind. PRiCE, TEN CENTS. ^ ^^ ^ We W)cint the gest! ^^ '^ gound TWonei; and Protection! \^p> TO DKTE |{epu^lican|7anipaign Songster Compiled and Copyrighted by W. H. HIGGINS, Kokom O, IND. CHAA_ price:, xein cents. M^ loH^ -?>■"' Mckinley, 'tis of thee. Titne: — "America." McKinle5'. 'tis of thee. Great friend of liberty, Of thee we sing"! 'Free trade" we've had enoug Sound money is the stuif. Ben Tillman he's too rough Let Freedom ring! McKinley, 'tis of thee, Proclaim from sea to sea Of thee we singf! We want prosperity. We want no anarchy. We want sweet liberty. Let Freedom ring-! McKinley, 'tis of thee. We want no coinag-e free, We want the best. We want protection. Bill; Free trade we've had our fill You touch the button. Bill, We'll do the rest. THEY HAD NO USE FOR NEW YORK. aik:.— "Two Little (iirls in Blue." "Billy, the Kid," made a wonderful speech At Chicago the other da)'; Some o' them yelled and some o' them didn't, And some o' tliem went away. Hill tried to rinfif in poor Grover, j'ou know, Ben Tillman he flourished "his fork;'" Altfjfeld said no, I'm manag-er here, I have no use for New York. CHORTs: We have no use for New York, boj's. We have no use for thee; We were brothers, now we want others. We're down on Grover C. One little boy from th' west, boys. Captured your brother's heart; Once was your brothers, we're now wed to others. Now we have drifted apart. "Billy, the Kid," made a wonderful speech. He felt for the silvery West; The wealth of the Kings he'd like to enhance; Didn't care a dash for the rest. Our courts he denounced in terms quite severe, Ivikewise did Ben with "his fork;" He eloquently talked of roses and birds, But he had no use for New York. CHORT'S: Mister George Vest made a radical speech He seemed to be loaded with sand: Wanted to scorch ev'ryone in his reach. As he mentioned tlie name of Dick Bland. He wanted his Dick and silver right quick, He must have borrowed "Ben's fork;" For he g"ot on his ear and acted real queer, He, too, had no use for New York. chorus: Benny Tillman made a terrible speech. And he ripped and tore like a bull; Some o' them hissed and some o' them didn't. Some o' them thought he was full. He hopped on Grover like a demon enraged. Then he jabbed and jobbed with "his fork," Then emphaticalU' stated to the uneasj- crowd. He, too, had no use for New York. chorus: Sewall from Maine didn't make any speech, But they said that Sewall was there. He was afraid to meet Perry, the man without sox And Peffer the man of hair. Sewall they say never worked on a farm And never had use for a fork; So he had to stand in with the rest of the Pops, He. too, had no use for New York. chorus: SIXTEEN TO OINE. Tunk:— "Wait For the Wairoii." The Democratic party it K'ot us in a trap, And tried to make us believe that we would have a snap, If we'd only vote for Grover and repeal the famous bill That kept the wheels a turning and us busy at the mill. Now they've set another trap, that they'd like to catch us in. By covering- up real issues, now isn't it a sin? They say our money system is no g-ood 'neath the sun. But the shysters cannot fool us with their 16 to 1. chorus: Hurrah for McKinley: Hurrah for McKinleyl Hurrah for McKinley and Protection for us all. The Democratic party it fooled us very bad. When they take to the woods, it will make us awful g-lad. Not very long- ago said sound money was the stuff, And they said, "Gold and silver was plenty good enough." Now they'll try to drive good money clear out of sight. But we lovers of sound money don't think it would be right: No donbt they'd be satisfied if such a thing were done, But don't believe they'll fool us with their 16 to 1. CHORIS: 5 The Democratic party is always on the winy, And to get into power they will grab at anything-. Only a short time ago they said Grover was a saint, Now they've all changed their mind and they sayGrover ain't Grover filled the pockets of the famous Morgan crowd. Now his party is talking "free silver" very loud; They said that Grover was as honest as the sun, Then the shysters try to fool us with their 16 to 1. chorus: The democratic party has raised perfect hell, And Grover and his cohorts, they did it very well. They took away the pensions and glory in the act. They are not friends of the soldier it seems to be a fact Now it don't seem to satisfy to smash up all the banks, But would like to spoil our currency, like a lot of cranks. No doubt they'll be satisfied when such a thing is done, But don't believe they'll fool us with their 16 to 1. chorus: The Democratic party will soon have its day, The wonder of the times will be sure to pass away. Then "fifty cent" Democrats will be very hard to find. And Grover '11 have no show catching suckers do you miiul. Then our friend and iirotector will be paying ofif the debts, Good wages we will be getting and there'll be no regrets. The best money system we'll have 'neath the sun, I don't believe they'll fool us with their 16 to 1. CHORUS: BIG BOLT. Tune— :Ben Holt. Trilby Edilioii. O don't you remember they had a "big- bolt" At Chicag-o the other day? How they bro't out a kid and he gave them a speech That captured the Pop.s rig-ht away? 'Twas up to Chicago where they made the "big bolt" In a great big building- up in town, Where Johnny "took the cake" and run the whole thiiu And Tillman performed like a clown. Repeat two la.st lines. Oh! don't you remember they made a "big bolt," Went home 'fore meetin' was out? How poor Grover was over at Buzzards Bay, Had an awful time with the gout? In the Windy City where they made the "big bolt," Where they swallowed each other they say, Where the great New Yorker tore the platform up, Then Willie and he ski])ped away. Repeat last two lines. Oh! don't you remember after the "big bolt," The Pops had a nieetin' you know? They put on a tail where there was no head. No place where the hair ought to grow. Little Bill had to swallow the whole thing or bolt. Then of course Billy wouldn't do that; Then when Little Willie said he wouldn't accept, Of course he was talking through his hat. Repeat two last lines. STANDHN(i ON THE CORNER. Aik: — Sidewalks of Xcw York. Standing- on the corners All the live long- day, Talking of nothing- but silver, They all have much to say. Denis and Pops together. Agree just like a charm, The ag-itation will never Lift the mortg-ag-e from the farm. CHORUS: Right here, rigfht there, all about the town, Discussin' money matters. And prices going down. Dems and Pops together evr'y where you go. Coining dollars with wind-mills In the streets of Kokomo. There on Armstrong's corner, Silverites you'll see. Chewing the rag about silver As busj' as can be. Men and dudes tog-ether, Wonder as they g-o. When the3' can pick up the dollars In the streets of Kokomo. chorus: Right here, etc. Down in front of Rich's, They used to cong-regate. And tell us to vote for Grover, A statesman wide and great. Now Denis and Pops tog-ether 8 Ai,>-ree that it wasn't so. Curse and damn their leader In the streets of Kokonio. CHORUS: Rig-ht here, etc. "Now anything to beat 'em," They tell the ones they know, But should they get in the harness They'll make a holy show. Men and bo\'s together Will be hunters then, you know. For the dollars the Pops were coining- In the streets of Kokomo. CHORUS: Rig-ht here, right there, all about the town, Hunting for silver dollars, And the dollars can't be found. Dems and Pops together in their holes they go They've stopped the circulation Of dollars in Kokomo. McKinley and our Hobart Will fix the country right, Then they'll trot out the dollar The Dems drove out of sight. Men and boys together, Will have lots of cash you know, Then, Hurrah! for Billy McKinley, In the streets of Kokomo. chorus: Right here, right there, all about the town. Everybod3'"s hard up. And wages going down. Men and boys together, ev'ry where you go, Will vote for McKinley In the streets of Kokoino. GROVER'S SOLILOQUY. A IK :— Alas, and Did My Savior Ulood. AlasI my friends Fin 'fraid we're jj^one, Ben Tilhnan calls us thieves; John Alti4"eld holds the reig'ns, you know. That's why poor Grover g-rieves. Repeat last line. Was it for crimes that I have done That they've <;-one back on me? I've tried to be a Democrat, As straig-ht as I could he. Repeat last line. Well mijrht the earth just change its course. As for me to chang^e iny mind; I have not changed my views, you know. But yet. I'm left behind. Repeat last line. Well might I hicU' my blushing face As friends they disappear, I can't see why they treat me so, I seems to me so queer. Repeat last line. No drops of grief will I discharge For I'm well fixed, you know. The fourth of March will soon be here, "Put me off at Buffalo." Repeat last line. JO OH, WHERE IS THE COTTAGE? Tune:— The Old Oaken Bucket. Oh where is the cottage, that dear little cottag-e, Where I used to reside when wages were right, Where I used to go home to my dear wife and babies, Where happiness reigned from morning 'til night? Nf)w a change has come over that dear little circle, Since Grover was placed in the President's chair. It has gone from my sight and now we are homeless. And the hearts of my loved ones are tilled with despair KRFKAIN: That dear little cottage, that little sweet cottage, That dear little cottage, that we all loved so well. Oh look at my darlings, my dear little darlings. See that look of despair on their sweet faces now. They say to their Papa, oh what is the matter? What has become of our old brindle cow? I tell them the tariff was reduced by the tinkers, The Democratic party is at fault for it all; It's the cause of our losses, they cannot repay us, So they beg me to vote for McKinley this fall. refrain: Those dear little darling?, those little sweet darlings, They insist on my voting for McKinle_v this fall. 11 Now my dear littlo wife and my dear little darliiij^-s Bey me to beware of the free silver craze; They say we have tried the free trade apparition, Now would like to see more of Republican da^^s. They know that the Pops and the Denis can't be trusted, And they know that McKinley is a friend to us all. Now they look up to me with tender entreaties, And they beg- me to vote for McKinley this fall. rekkain: Now my dear little wife and my dear little darlinj^-s. Insist on my votinj4" for McKinley this fall. mm &y 12 HOPE. Tune:— Hard Times Come Afjrain No More. As we look 'round about us Ave see suflF'ring- ev'ry day. The little ones come beg-g-ing- at the door. We see the care worn faces and pleadinj^dy they say, Oh hard times come af^^ain no more. CHOKl'.S: On the listening air we hear it, Hard times, hard times, come ag-ain no more. Many times have they wandered Too and from the cottag-e door, Oh hard times come again no more. Oh look upon life's pleasures, then watch those falling tears. As they course down the features of the poor. There's a thought that comes to us, it whispers in our ears. Oh hard times come again no more. CHORUS: We see the weary toiler who wears his life away, Whose sad heart hopes for better days once more. He hears a sound so merry, it sweetly seems to say, Oh hard times come again no more. chorus: There's a sound that is wafted amid the summer air, 'Tis a song that is heard along the shore. McKinley and Protection, good times eveyrwhere, Oh hard times come again no more. chorus: WHEN THE LEAVES BEtilN TO FALL. Aik: -Jcihii Brown's Bod}-. The Democratic party and Grover don't agree, And don't live in clover, that we can plainly see. The doctrines that they advocate doesn't do for you and mc, As we g'o marching on. cnoKUS: Glory, g'lory, hal-le-lu-jah! Glory, g'lory, hal-le-lu-jah I Glorj', g'lory, hal-le lu jahl As we g'o marching- on. The Democratic floppers are a little bit too fast. When thej' say that Protection is an issue of the past. The Pops and Anarchists have captured them as last. As they go niarchin.g on. CHORUS: Glory; g'lory, lial-le-lu-jahl Glor3', g'lory, hal-le-lu-jah| Glory, g'lory, hal-le-lu-jah! As they g'o marching' on. The Pops and the Dems, oh won't they cut a dash? Mixed up with Prohis, oh what a lovely hash. When November comes we will clean up the trash, As we g'o marching' on. CHORUS: Glor3', g'lory, hal-le-lu-jah 1 Glory, g'lory, hal-le-lu-jah I Glorv' glory, hal-le-lu-jah I As we go inarching on. We'll vote for McKinley, and we'll vote every one. And we'll vote for Hobart, New Jersey's noblest son. You bet we won't vote for 16 to 1, As we go marching on. CHORUS: Glory, g'lory, hal-le-lu-jahl Glory, glory, hal-le-lu-jahl Glory, glory, hal-le-lu-jahl Sound money for us all. McKinley and Hobart are the best kind of stock. And they'll be sure to win, when the fodder's in the shock. Then our money system will be solid as a rock, Sound money for us all. CHORUS: Good gold and silver is good enough for all, But fiat money we wouldn't have at all. We'll vote for Protection and prosperity this fall. As we go marching on. CHOKUS: Glory, glory, hal-le-lu-jahl Glor3% glory, hal-le-lu-jahl Glory, g-iory, hal-le-lu-jahl As we go marching on. Good gold and silver we will keep on a jjar. Protection for our people will be the guiding star. The songs of victory will be heard from afcir. As we go marching on. CHORUS: We'll vote for McKinley when the leaves begin to fall, We'll elect the great protectionist and Hobart this fall. We'll vote for McKinley, the Napoleon of them all. As we go marching on. CHORUS: Glory, glory, hal-le-lu-jahl Gloay, glory, hal-le-ln-jahl Glory, glory, hal-le-lu-jahl Protection for us all. GOOD OLD REPUBLICAN TIMES. Trxi:; -Jim Fiske. Kind friends come and listen to my little song-, It will set you to thinking-, I'm sure, Of the days when our factories run at full blast, And had plenty of work for the poor. Ah, yes, those were prosperous days for us all. There was no lack of dollars and dimes. People were happy and confidence reig^ned In those g-ood old Republican times. There's one thing- quite strang-e that I don't understand. Why some people will vote as they do. When they know what inducements those fellows hold out, And not one of their stories came true. Of the beauties of free trade they told us you know. And they told of Republican crimes. But now we are tired, would like to g-o back To those g-ood old Republican times. Now men of all trades put your thinking- Ciips on, And work shoulder to shoulder this fall. And vote for McKinlej' and Hobart, our friends, Let us g-o to the polls one and all. In November next, be on hands with your votes, As the President's ladder Mack climbs. And if you elect him there'll be work for you all. As in those g-ood old Rcjjublican times. WHAT REJOICING THERE WILL BE. Tune:— In the Prison Cell. What rejoicing- there will be when the ptmic's past and g-one, And McKinley's in the presidential chair. And we hear the merry hum of the spindles as we g-o, See the factory chimneys smoking- in the air. chorus: Tramp, tramp, tramp, the men go marching-. Cheer up workmen hear the call! Put McKinley in the chair, there'll be business ev'ry- where, And sound money an i)r