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ПЕСЕННИК КОННЕКТИКУТСКИХ ВАЙД-ОВЕЙКОВ.

PURCHASING AGENCY.

Для удобства моих многочисленных друзей в разных частях страны, которые предпочитают не нести расходы на частые поездки в Нью-Йорк, я договорился с некоторыми из самых надежных торговых домов города о поставке тем, кто окажет мне честь своими заказами на

на условиях, которые не могут не удовлетворить покупателей.

Стремление многих торговцев надуть своих покупателей, когда у них появляется такая возможность, делает для торговцев почти столь же необходимым предоставлять рекомендации своим клиентам, сколь и для клиентов — предоставлять рекомендации о своем положении торговцам; поэтому я позаботился о том, чтобы заключить договоренности только с честными и надежными домами, на которые можно полностью положиться.

Поскольку мой оборот с этими торговыми домами в целом будет большим, они могут позволить себе выплачивать мне небольшую комиссию и при этом обеспечивать моих клиентов по их самым низким расценкам, которые, как я гарантирую, будут не выше тех, по которым их снабжают любые обычные торговые дома.

Я прошу моих друзей и остальных попробовать этот способ, направив мне заказы на всё, что им может понадобиться, и если они останутся недовольны, я не буду просить их повторять этот опыт.

Тех, кто посещает город, приглашают заглянуть ко мне перед совершением покупок и проверить цены тех домов, в которые я могу их с уверенностью представить.

Счета за небольшие партии товаров при отправке экспресс-почтой могут быть оплачены при доставке, либо могут быть достигнуты договоренности о снабжении ответственных лиц на условиях отсрочки платежа.

Адрес:

O. HUTCHINSON, New York.

CONNECTICUT

WIDE-AWAKE

SONGSTER.

EDITED BY

JOHN W. HUTCHINSON,

OF THE HUTCHINSON FAMILY OF SINGERS;

ASSISTED BY

BENJAMIN JEPSON.

“Lincoln and Liberty.”

NEW YORK:

O. HUTCHINSON, PUBLISHER,

272 GREENWICH STREET.

1860.

Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1860, by

JOHN W. HUTCHINSON,

In the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for

the Southern District of New York.

Davies & Kent,

STEREOTYPERS AND ELECTROTYPERS,

113 Nassau Street, N. Y.

Содержание.

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The Republican Platform 5

Lincoln and Victory 9

Strike for the Right 10

Hurrah Chorus 11

Hurrah for Abe Lincoln 12

Lincoln and Liberty 14

The People’s Nominee 15

Flag of the Brave 17

Come On! 18

Abe of Illinois 19

Our Country’s Call 20

The Grand Rally 21

Lincoln Going to Washington 22

For Freedom and Reform 24

Lincoln and Hamlin 25

Campaign Song 26

Ridden by the Slave Power 27

“Vive La Honest Abe” 29

The Gathering of the Republican Army 30

Lincoln’s Nomination 31

Freedom’s Call 32

Hope for the Slave 33

Freemen Win when Lincoln Leads 34

Uncle Sam’s Farm 35

Song of Freedom 37

The “Neb-Rascality.” 38

Free Soil Chorus 40

The Bay State Hurrah 42

For Liberty 43

Voice of Freedom 44

The Cause of Liberty 45

Lincoln, the Pride of the Nation 46

Rallying Song 47

Abe Lincoln is the Man 48

The Fate of a Fowler 49

Rallying Song of Rocky Mountain Club 51

The Liberty Army 52

Have You Heard the Loud Alarm? 53

Hark! ye Freemen 55

From Bad to Worse 56

The March of the Free 57

Our Flag is There 58

Lincoln and Victory 59

“Wide Awake” 61

We’ll Send Buchanan Home 62

Rallying Song 64

Lincoln 65

Song 66

Campaign Song 68

Freemen, Banish All Your Fears 69

“Wide-Awake Club” Song 70

A Jolly Good Crew We’ll Have 71

ПАРТИЙНАЯ ПЛАТФОРМА.

Постановляется: Что мы, делегированные представители республиканских избирателей Соединенных Штатов, собравшиеся на съезд, выполняя долг перед нашими избирателями и нашей страной, объединяемся в следующих заявлениях:

Во-первых, — что история нации за последние четыре года полностью подтвердила целесообразность и необходимость создания и сохранения Республиканской партии, а также то, что причины, породившие ее, носят постоянный характер и теперь, как никогда ранее, требуют ее мирного и конституционного триумфа.

Во-вторых, — что поддержание принципов, провозглашенных в Декларации независимости и воплощенных в нашей федеральной Конституции, имеет важнейшее значение для сохранения наших республиканских институтов, а федеральная Конституция, права штатов и Федеральный Союз штатов должны быть и будут сохранены.

В-третьих, — что Федеральному Союзу штатов эта нация обязана своим беспрецедентным приростом населения, удивительным развитием материальных ресурсов, быстрым приумножением богатства, внутренним счастьем и внешним авторитетом, и мы с отвращением отвергаем любые планы распада Союза, откуда бы они ни исходили; и мы поздравляем страну с тем, что ни один член Конгресса-республиканец не произнес и не поддержал угрозу распада Союза, столь часто высказываемую членами Конгресса-демократами без каких-либо порицаний и под аплодисменты их политических соратников; и мы осуждаем эти угрозы распада Союза в случае народного свержения их господства как отрицание жизненно важных принципов свободного правительства и как признание в замышляемой измене, строгое осуждение и вечное пресечение которой являются непреложным долгом возмущенного народа.

В-четвертых, — что незыблемое соблюдение прав штатов, и особенно права каждого штата упорядочивать и контролировать свои собственные внутренние институты исключительно по своему усмотрению, имеет важнейшее значение для того баланса сил, от которого зависят совершенство и прочность нашей политической веры, и мы осуждаем беззаконное вторжение вооруженной силы в любой штат или территорию, под каким бы то ни было предлогом, как одно из тяжких преступлений.

В-пятых, — что нынешняя администрация демократов далеко превзошла наши худшие опасения в своей безмерной раболепности перед требованиями секционных интересов, что особенно очевидно в ее отчаянных попытках навязать печально известную Лекомптонскую конституцию протестующему народу Канзаса, в толковании личных отношений между хозяином и слугой как предполагающих безусловное право собственности на людей, в ее попытках повсюду, на суше и на море, при посредничестве Конгресса и федеральных судов обеспечить исполнение крайних претензий чисто местных интересов, а также в ее общем и неизменном злоупотреблении властью, доверенной ей доверчивым народом.

В-шестых, — что народ справедливо с тревогой смотрит на безрассудную расточительность, пронизывающую каждое ведомство федерального правительства; что возвращение к жесткой экономии и подотчетности незаменимо для пресечения системы разграбления государственной казны привилегированными партийцами; в то время как недавние поразительные факты мошенничества и коррупции в федеральной столице показывают, что настоятельно требуется полная смена администрации.

В-седьмых, — что новая догма о том, что конституция силой своего собственного действия переносит рабство на любую или все территории Соединенных Штатов, является опасной политической ересью, противоречащей прямым положениям самого этого документа, современному ему толкованию, а также законодательным и судебным прецедентам, носит революционный характер и подрывает мир и согласие в стране.

В-восьмых, — что нормальным состоянием всей территории Соединенных Штатов является свобода; что поскольку наши отцы-республиканцы, когда они отменили рабство на всей нашей национальной территории, постановили, что ни один человек не должен быть лишен жизни, свободы или собственности без надлежащей правовой процедуры, нашим долгом становится посредством законодательства, всякий раз когда таковое необходимо, отстаивать это положение конституции против любых попыток его нарушить; и мы отрицаем полномочия Конгресса, территориального законодательного органа или каких-либо лиц придавать законное существование рабству на любой территории Соединенных Штатов.

В-девятых, — что мы клеймим недавнее возобновление африканской работорговли под прикрытием нашего национального флага при содействии извращений судебной власти как преступление против человечности, жгучий позор для нашей страны и эпохи, и мы призываем Конгресс принять оперативные и эффективные меры для полного и окончательного пресечения этой мерзкой торговли.

В-десятых, — что в недавних вето их федеральных губернаторов на акты Законодательного собрания Канзаса и Небраски, запрещающие рабство на этих территориях, мы находим наглядную иллюстрацию хваленого демократического принципа невмешательства и народного суверенитета, воплощенного в законопроекте о Канзасе и Небраске, а также обличение таящихся в нем обмана и мошенничества.

В-одиннадцатых, — что Канзас по праву должен быть немедленно принят в качестве штата в соответствии с конституцией, недавно сформированной и принятой ее народом и одобренной Палатой представителей.

В-двенадцатых, — что при обеспечении доходов для поддержки общего правительства за счет таможенных пошлин разумная политика требует такого урегулирования этих пошлин, чтобы поощрять развитие промышленной сферы всей страны, и мы одобряем ту политику национального обмена, которая обеспечивает трудящимся щедрую заработную плату, сельскому хозяйству — окупающие цены, механикам и промышленникам — адекватное вознаграждение за их мастерство, труд и предприимчивость, а нации — коммерческое процветание и независимость.

В-тринадцатых, — что мы протестуем против любой продажи или отчуждения в пользу других общественных земель, удерживаемых фактическими поселенцами, а также против любого взгляда на политику свободных гомстедов, который рассматривает поселенцев как нищих или просителей государственной милости, и мы требуем принятия Конгрессом полного и удовлетворительного законопроекта о гомстедах, который уже прошел палату.

В-четырнадцатых, — что Национальная республиканская партия выступает против любых изменений в наших законах о натурализации или любого законодательства штатов, посредством которого права гражданства, доселе предоставлявшиеся иммигрантам из зарубежных стран, будут ущемлены или ограничены; и выступает за предоставление полной и эффективной защиты прав всех классов граждан, как коренных, так и натурализованных, как внутри страны, так и за рубежом.

В-пятнадцатых, — что ассигнования Конгресса на улучшение рек и гаваней национального характера, необходимые для обеспечения удобства и безопасности существующей торговли, санкционированы конституцией и оправданы обязанностью правительства защищать жизни и имущество своих граждан.

В-шестнадцатых, — что железная дорога к Тихому океану настоятельно требуется интересами всей страны; что федеральное правительство должно оказать немедленную и эффективную помощь в ее строительстве и что в качестве предварительной меры должна быть оперативно учреждена ежедневная сухопутная почта.

В-семнадцатых, — Наконец, изложив таким образом наши отличительные принципы и взгляды, мы призываем к сотрудничеству всех граждан, как бы они ни расходились по другим вопросам, которые в основном согласны с нами в их утверждении и поддержке.

CONNECTICUT

WIDE-AWAKE SONGSTER.

ЛИНКОЛЬН И ПОБЕДА.

АВТОР: У. СКОТТ.

Arise, arise, Republicans!

And bear the banner of the free

To where the star of empire lights

Us on to victory.

Then let the watch-word be

Lincoln and Victory!

Sound it from sea to sea,

Lincoln and Victory!

Arise, arise, Republicans!

And sweep the prairies of the West,

The teeming hill-sides of the East,

For Lincoln of the West.

Then let the watch-word be, etc.

Arise, arise, Republicans!

Our leader is an honest man;

We’ll follow on through good or ill—

For Lincoln leads the van.

Then let the watch-word be, etc.

УДАРИМ ЗА ПРАВОЕ ДЕЛО.

Once more to the combat with rekindled zeal,

Our flag to the breeze, and our hands to the steel!

We strike for the right, and we ask no delay,

We’re ready and eager to rush to the fray.

Strike for the right, men, strike for the right!

Close up your ranks, men, show them your might!

Rulers may tremble, and power may quail;

We strike for the right, and the right shall prevail.

Our forests and lakes, from Wisconsin to Maine,

Send out their brave sons to the conflict again;

While mountain and prairie with camp-fires aglow,

Re-echo the war-cry and welcome the blow.

Strike for the right, etc.

The trumpets are sounding, the battle’s begun,

There’s danger to face, and there’s work to be done:

The timid and sluggard may shrink from the fray,

The glory compensates our struggles to-day.

Strike for the right, etc.

Already their peril is felt by our foes,

Already they falter and shrink from our blows

The shout of our comrades rings thrilling and clear:

The victory’s certain, the victory’s near.

Strike for the right, etc.

A cheer for our leaders, the twin-hearted braves!

A cheer for the banner that over us waves!

With Lincoln and Hamlin we’ve nothing to fear:

The victory’s certain, the victory’s near.

Strike for the right, etc.

ХОР «УРА».

For Lincoln now we sing our lay,

Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!

For he’s the man, say what you may,

Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!

Now Illinois has one great son,

Who over the course swift will run.

He is the man, an honest one,

Oh, he’s the man for me.

Old Abe can maul, or he can thrash,

Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!

He’ll give it to your Loco trash,

Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!

Your two-faced man is naught to him,

E’en now his prospects are all dim,

Abe is the man, an honest man,

He is the man for me.

Abe is not rich in worldly goods,

Oh no, oh no, oh no!

But in his thoughts, his works, his words,

He’s true, he’s true, he’s true.

’Tis he who loves his wife and friends,

And o’er his duty daily bends.

He is the man, an honest man,

He is the man for me.

Upon the Eagle he shall ride,

Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!

And of our nation be the pride,

Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!

While Douglas shall remain below,

And his own horn still have to blow.

Abe is the man, an honest man,

He is the man for me.

УРА АВРААМУ ЛИНКОЛЬНУ!

Мелодия — «Танец лодочника».

Hurrah! hurrah! did you hear the news?

The Democrats have got the blues;

They’re puzzled now, and all afraid,

Because we’ve nominated Abe.

Then shout, freemen, shout!

Shout, freemen, shout!

We’ll all unite

And bravely fight

For the Star of Freedom’s dawning.

Hi! ho! we’ll put them through,

Split their rails, and haul them too;

Hi! ho! we’ll put them through,

Split their rails, and haul them too.

In all their ranks they can not find

A candidate to suit their mind;

They kick and squirm, but ’tis no use,

Their game is up, their platform’s loose.

Then shout, freemen, shout!

Shout, freemen, shout!

We’ll all unite

And bravely fight

For the Star of Freedom’s dawning.

Hi! ho! etc.

They know that they will lose the day

If they take up with Stephen A.;

And so to add to their humbug swell,

I think they’d better take up Bell.

Then shout, freemen, shout!

Shout, freemen, shout!

We’ll all unite

And bravely fight

For the Star of Freedom’s dawning.

Hi! ho! etc.

I hear they’ve bought an old steam-tug,

On which to place poor little Dug;

For President too late they’ve found

His coat tail comes too near the ground.

Then shout, freemen, shout!

Shout, freemen, shout!

We’ll all unite

And bravely fight

For the Star of Freedom’s dawning.

Hi! ho! etc.

We’ll give them Ham enough this fall,

To satisfy them one and all;

Served up in style quite neat and plain,

Just imported from Old Maine.

Then shout, freemen, shout!

Shout, freemen, shout!

We’ll all unite

And bravely fight

For the Star of Freedom’s dawning.

Hi! ho! etc.

Hurrah! hurrah! we are sure to win,

And the way we’ll beat will be a sin;

The coming year’s impending blast

Will show them they have crowed their last.

Then shout, freemen, shout!

Shout, freemen, shout!

We’ll all unite

And bravely fight

For the Star of Freedom’s dawning.

Hi! ho! we’ll put them through,

Split their rails, and haul them too;

Hi! ho! we’ll put them through,

Split their rails, and haul them too.

ЛИНКОЛЬН И СВОБОДА.

Мотив — «Розин зе Боу».

Hurrah for the choice of the nation!

Our chieftain so brave and so true;

We’ll go for the great Reformation—

For Lincoln and Liberty too!

With the East and the West linked together,

Our candidates never can fail,

For the weight of a slave a’nt a feather

When freemen get into the scale.

For “Protection” the party will rally,

“Free homes for the homeless” as well,

Then we’ll hear every mountain and valley

Ring forth to “Free Trade” its death-knell.

Then up with our banner so glorious,

The star-spangled red-white-and-blue,

We’ll fight till our flag is victorious,

For Lincoln and Liberty too!

КАНДИДАТ НАРОДА.

АВТОР: КАРЛ КРИТОН. Мотив — «Нелли Блай».

Republicans! with peerless might,

Proudly lead the van!

Strike for freedom! strike for right!

“Old Abe’s” an honest man.

He, a noble President,

The ship of state shall guide;

While o’er a nation’s senators,

Hamlin shall preside.

Hi! Lincoln! ho! Lincoln!

An honest man for me;

I’ll sing for you—I’ll shout for you—

The People’s nominee.

Once we had a compromise,

A check to Slavery’s wrong;

Douglas crushed the golden prize,

To help himself along.

Then the North, and then the West,

Arose with giant power;

Pierce succumbed to the South’s behest,

But Douglas had to cower.

Hi! Douglas! sly Douglas!

A senator would be;

So he tried the “Squatter dodge,”

And went for Kansas free.

Democrats, (or “office rats,”)

Met to nominate;

“Fire-eaters” came, all aflame,

To sever State from State;

Their slave-code, (and Covode,)

Caused the “Softs” to quake;

The “Little Giant,” now defiant,

No slave-code would take.

Oh! alas! beef is scarce!

To the North they go:

See once more, at Baltimore,

Our united foe!

But the People met en masse,

In the boundless West;

Of Freedom’s sons a noble class!

Some loved Seward best;

Chase, McLean, and Bates, I ween,

Are worthy such a call;

“Old honest Abe’s” the People’s choice,

And we’ll roll on the ball.

Hi! Lincoln! ho! Lincoln!

President shall be;

One and all, roll on the ball,

For the People’s nominee.

No missile sent, with ill intent,

Across the Ohio River;

The South’s dark crime, in God’s own time,

She’ll wipe away forever.

Yet here we stand, proud Freedom’s band,

No compromise with wrong;

For truth and right we’ll bravely fight,

Be this our battle-song—

Hi! Lincoln! brave Lincoln!

President shall be;

We’ll one and all vote this Fall

For the People’s nominee.

ФЛАГ ХРАБРЫХ.

Republicans, list to the shouting

Of armies of freemen afar;

They come from each valley and mountain,

To gather their ranks for the war;

That shout is the watch-word of freemen,

Their banner is borne by the brave;

On its folds behold Lincoln and Hamlin,

The Union—they’re able to save.

Huzza, then, for Lincoln and Hamlin,

Let the Banner of Liberty wave;

With Lincoln and Hamlin, our bosoms

Will beat to the march of the brave.

Come North and come South all together,

If shoulder to shoulder we stand,

The Flag of our Country forever

Will wave o’er our prosperous land;

No foreign aggressor can fright us,

Our colors still proudly shall wave;

With Lincoln and Hamlin to lead us,

We’ll stand by the Flag of the Brave.

Huzza, then, etc.

Away, then, ye carpers and croakers,

Away with your snarling and spite;

The bright sun of Freedom is rising,

Illuming political night.

In the East see its radiance glowing

And gilding the earth with its rays;

See Falsehood and Ignorance flying

Like owls from its glorious blaze.

Huzza, then, etc.

ВПЕРЕД!

АВТОР: ДЖО С. БЁРЛИ.

Ho! hearts of Freemen, true and brave,

With honest ardor beating,

A nation, robbed by every knave,

Calls on us now to help and save—

To snatch her glory from its grave,

And looks for no retreating;

March to the music, boys!

Freedom forever!

Victory waits for our

Earnest endeavor!

The day of final doom has come

To Slavery’s dark aggression,

And gathering like a whirlwind’s hum,

A People’s voice for trump and drum,

We’ll charge the swooping Dragon home,

The red fiend of Oppression!

March! etc.

Free hands shall till that virgin soil—

The sunset’s blooming neighbor;

And there, where simple freemen toil,

Beyond the slave-mart’s bloody moil,

No chain shall clank, nor whip shall coil,

On limbs of honest labor!

March! etc.

Avaunt the coward’s cringing plea,

The dread of “Dissolution;”

Our free soil ever shall be free,

And threatful braggarts soon may see

Their Treason’s Harvest-Home shall be

To reap their own confusion!

March! etc.

Then rally! rally! True and Brave,

Come on for God and Freedom!

Before eternal justice wave,

From heaven the crime-avenging glaive,

And Ruin howl above our grave

As over ancient Edom!

March to the music, boys,

Freedom forever!

Victory waits for our

Earnest endeavor!

ЭЙБ ИЗ ИЛЛИНОЙСА.

From many a freeman’s home and hearth

There comes a shout of joy,

(Who loves a soul of genuine worth,)

For Abe, of Illinois.

No servile politician he—

“True gold, without alloy;”

Unanimous our vote will be

For Abe, of Illinois.

No! not for party—not for spoil

Will he his gift[A] employ,

But for his country’s good will toil,

“Old Abe,” of Illinois.

Our hero once was short of pence,

An humble farmer’s boy,

We know he’ll teach us how to “Fence—”

“Old Abe,” of Illinois.

To fence the Union all around

He’ll work—he will not toy;

The cause is earnest and profound,

For Abe, of Illinois.

[A] Высший дар нации — пост президента.

ПРИЗЫВ НАШЕЙ СТРАНЫ.

Мелодия — «Славься, Колумбия».

Awake! ye sons of freedom, rise!

Can ye not hear your country’s cries?

Were ye but told that foes invade,

That rifles flash and deadly blade

Seek to destroy her glorious peace,

How swift your arms to bring release!

Strengthen your arms! lest dangers come

More fearful than the victim’s doom;

Lest faction riot through our land,

Lest brother, slain by brother’s hand,

Calls loud to Heaven for vengeance on

This happiest nation ’neath the sun.

Shall this, our land so gifted, be

Cramped by a section’s tyranny?

Shall North, or South, or East, or West,

Claim despotism o’er the rest?

Nay, let us now and ever be

Joined in fond equality.

Our fathers fought for liberty,

They bled and died, and now shall we

Deny to others what they gave

To us, their children, from the grave?

Can we still cherish Slavery,

And call our country still, “The Free?”

Then, onward! patriots, poll-ward, on!

Till your glorious cause be won,

On! for right and liberty,

On! for just equality,

On! and let the watchword be,

“Lincoln! Hamlin! Victory!”

БОЛЬШОЙ СБОР.

From hilltop, from valley, from mountain, from plain,

Come, Freemen, assemble, assemble;

The glad shout of Freedom send forth like a flame,

At its sound shall fell Tyranny tremble.

From woodland and heather,

Come gather, come gather,

And unfurl the bright flag of Freedom forever.

’Tis the province of thee,

Being sons of the Free,

To combat with tyrants, ’tis Freedom’s decree:

From the forge, from the mines, from the anvil we call

Working-men, sons of toil! ’tis thy right

To combat with those who would labor enthrall,

And be foremost of all in the fight;

From workshops and fields,

Come, Labor, reveal

Honest faces which oil, smoke, and dust can’t conceal,

Make every sledge that you sling

On the firm anvil ring

The bold song of Freedom that Labor is King.

For liberty, “Lincoln,” for “Hamlin,” our cause,

And a free public domain, we fight;

A free Constitution, correct honest Laws,

Elevation of labor and right.

We swear in our might,

On this spot to unite,

For “Free Soil” in our natures we love it;

The public domain shall be

As unpledged and free

As the eagle that hovers above it.

ЛИНКОЛЬН ОТПРАВЛЯЕТСЯ В ВАШИНГТОН.

АВТОР: С. К. М. Мотив — «Джимми, ломай кукурузу».

Abe Lincoln is our pioneer;

He’s split the rails, the ship he’ll steer,

And he will cut a pathway clear

From Illinois to Washington.

The sounding thunder of his blows

From Maine to California goes,

And echoing o’er all States, it flows

From Illinois to Washington.

He’ll steady guide the Ship of State,

While Hamlin brave will be first-mate—

Sham Democrats must meet their fate:

His path is clear to Washington.

Inspired with victory for the right,

We’ll break the oppressor’s yoke with might,

And Slavery’s crew we’ll put to flight,

When Lincoln goes to Washington.

Our Territory shall be free,

Slavery’s curse, with hades’ glee,

Shall stain no soil of liberty

When Lincoln goes to Washington.

A “Tariff” too we’ll have, we will,

A “Homestead Bill,” with domicil,

Free land for all, that all may till,

When Lincoln goes to Washington.

We’ll wrest the wrong from power and place;

We’ll give their rights to all the race,

And stop official theft with grace,

When Lincoln goes to Washington.

Convention one—Convention two!

Happy pair, in fragments flew;

And Bell may think he’ll go straight through

But Lincoln goes to Washington.

ЗА СВОБОДУ И РЕФОРМЫ.

АВТОР: Ф. А. Б. СИМКИНС. Мотив — «Мы — союз свободных людей».

Ho! ye men of every station,

Join with us for Reformation,

And for Freedom for the Nation—

We’re for Freedom and Reform.

We’re a band of freemen,

We’re a band of freemen,

We’re a band of freemen,

We’re for Freedom and Reform.

On the “sacred side” forever,

We’ll sustain “oppression” never,

But we’ll fight for “justice” ever—

We’re for Freedom and Reform.

We’ll dry up disunion screechers,

And wipe out the slave-code teachers,

And cashier the slave-trade preachers—

We’re for Freedom and Reform.

We will oust the treasury robbers,

And the host of hireling fobbers,

And the horde of “live-oak jobbers”—

We’re for Freedom and Reform.

With “Old Abe” to go before us,

And the flag of Freedom o’er us,

We will shout the sounding chorus—

We’re for Freedom and Reform.

ЛИНКОЛЬН И ГАННИБАЛ ГАМЛИН.

АГИТАЦИОННАЯ ПЕСНЯ ВЕТЕРАНА.

Следующая агитационная песня была написана эсквайром Сэмюэлом Коппом в возрасте 75 лет для «Клуба Линкольна и Гамлина» в Стонингтоне, шт. Конн., месте, ставшем памятным благодаря доблестному отражению британской военно-морской атаки 9, 10, 11 и 12 августа 1814 года, в котором мистер Копп принимал участие в течение этих четырех дней борьбы. Оригинал песни предоставлен нам другом автора, эсквайром Сэмюэлом С. Брюстером:

What mean the joyful shouts that ring

So gladly through the air?

A better day is opening—

A day all bright and fair!

Lincoln and Hamlin, wise and great,

Our star-lit standard bear

Triumphant to the helm of State,

And these their heralds are.

They rise, from hamlet, city, town,

From high-souled men and free,

Who shout aloud as they strike down

Misrule’s dark tyranny!

From Bunker’s Hill and Lexington,

Hark! how the anthems rise;

From Groton’s heights and Stonington

Their echoes reach the skies!

They roll from the Atlantic shore,

O’er mountain, plain, and glen,

To where the vast Pacific’s roar

Proclaims the loud Amen!

From where Superior rolls her flood,

From where Saint Lawrence flows,

They peal along, o’er dale and wood,

To where the orange grows.

These shouts go up from men of might,

Of heart and principle;

Sure conquerors in a righteous fight,

Truth is invincible!

Lincoln and Hamlin!—honest, great—

The spangled banner bear

In triumph to the helm of State!

We hail their entrance there!

АГИТАЦИОННАЯ ПЕСНЯ.

Мотив — «Слава вождю».

Freemen, the day of your triumph is dawning,

Shake out the folds of your banner once more

Join in the anthem that heralds the morning;

See! the long night of oppression is o’er.

Hark! from our native hills

Comes there a shout that thrills

Liberty’s temple from portal to dome.

Glory to God on high!

Union with Liberty,

Finds in the hearts of our people a home.

Burnish your armors like heroes in story,

Sound the loud tocsin that calls to the war;

Freedom enthroned in the land of her glory

Bids you march on by the light of her star.

Let the wild echo sweep

Back from each mountain steep.

Brave old Columbia joins in the fray,

While with united voice

Liberty’s sons rejoice

In the proud triumph that waits them to-day.

Then shall our country’s name shine through the ages,

Bravely redeemed by the men of her soil;

Then shall the birthplace of heroes and sages

Honor the brawny-armed servants of toil.

Rally, young hearts and brave,

Let your broad banner wave

Over the nation from inland to sea.

Hasten the coming time,

When every land and clime

Breaking their shackles shall march with the free.

R. M. N.

УПРАВЛЯЕМЫЕ ВЛАСТЬЮ РАБОВЛАДЕЛЬЦЕВ.

АВТОР: ДЖОРДЖ В. ПУТНЭМ. Мелодия — «Бенни Хейвен».

Ridden by the slave power,

Crushed beneath the chain,

Now is come our rising hour,

Lo! we’re up again.

And voices from the mountain height,

Voices from the vale,

Say to Freedom’s fearless host,

There’s no such word as fail,

There’s no such word as fail,

Say to Freedom’s fearless host,

There’s no such word as fail.

Ay! we’re up to hurl the fiend

From off the tyrant throne;

To strike for man a mightier blow

Than earth has ever known;

To drag your code of whips and gyves

Up to the light of day,

And wash from our escutcheon’s front

The bloody stain away,

The bloody stain away,

And wash from our escutcheon’s front

The bloody stain away.

Free to speak the burning truth,

All fetterless the hand,

Never shall the Yankee’s brow

Bear the cursed brand.

Send the gathering freemen’s shout

Booming on the gale;

Omnipotence is for us,

There’s no such word as fail,

There’s no such word as fail,

Omnipotence is for us,

There’s no such word as fail.

They’re gathering on the mountain,

They’re gathering on the plain,

And ’neath the tramp of Freedom’s host

The broad earth shakes again.

And this their glorious rallying cry,

Whose firm hearts never quail:

God and the people! on for right,

There’s no such word as fail,

There’s no such word as fail,

God and the people! on for right,

There’s no such word as fail.

«ДА ЗДРАВСТВУЕТ ЧЕСТНЫЙ ЭЙБ».

СБОРНАЯ ПЕСНЯ ВАЙД-ОВЕЙКОВ. АВТОР: К. Л. РАССЕЛЛ. Мотив — «Vive la Companie».

Republicans, rally, our Union defend,

Vive la “Honest Abe!”

For the reign of “King James” must soon come to an end,

Vive la “Honest Abe!”

Then up, boys, wide awake, rally “Wide Awakes,”

Up, boys, wide awake, rally “Wide Awakes,”

One, two, three—hip, hip, hurrah!

Vive la “Honest Abe!”

If the signs of the times we rightly can trace,

Vive la “Honest Abe!”

“Honest Abe” is the man we shall put in his place,

Vive la “Honest Abe!”

Then up, boys, etc.

He’s been taken in hand by one Doctor “Covode,”

Vive la “Honest Abe!”

And he’s putting J. B. over a very rough road,

Vive la “Honest Abe!”

Then up, boys, etc.

His Cooks and his Fowlers show up rather bad,

Vive la “Honest Abe!”

But how much per-centage has old Jimmy had?

Vive la “Honest Abe!”

Then up, boys, etc.

There’s but one course for “Buck”—let him come to the scratch—

Vive la “Honest Abe!”

Try the Japanese process called “happy dispatch,”

Vive la “Honest Abe!”

Then up, boys, etc.

From all places of trust the Locos we’ll rout,

Vive la “Honest Abe!”

On Lincoln’s good rails we will ride them all out,

Vive la “Honest Abe!”

Then up, boys, etc.

“Honest Abe” shall take charge of the “Old Union Ship,”

Vive la “Honest Abe!”

Send Doug., Bell, and Breck. on a “Salt River trip,”

Vive la “Honest Abe!”

Then up, boys, etc.

Then rally, boys, rally, for “Abe of the West,”

Vive la “Honest Abe!”

He’s a champion of freedom the truest and best,

Vive la “Honest Abe!”

Then up, boys, etc.

СБОР РЕСПУБЛИКАНСКОЙ АРМИИ.

Мотив — «Виликинс и его Дина».

The Republican hosts they are mustering strong,

Come, gallants, and help swell this gathering throng;

Old soldiers, your country demands that again

You shall show to all tyrants the power of free men.

Then up, sons of Freedom! Once more to the charge;

Let your war-cry be “Freedom!” and no “Squatter” dodge;

And loud let us shout o’er hill, mountain, and plain,

Choose “honest Abe Lincoln,” and Hamlin of Maine.

The ranks of our foes by dissensions are torn;

Their leaders are doubtful, their hopes are forlorn;

For they know well, no matter what efforts are made,

They will surely be beaten by “honest old Abe.”

Then up, sons of Freedom, etc.

Their once honored captain, Buchanan the first,

Is now by their army most utterly cursed.

On this single point they entirely agree,

That of all their mean leaders the meanest is he.

Then up, sons of Freedom, etc.

Then forward, brave comrades! the battle is near;

Our friends are exultant, our enemies fear;

Their troops from the charge of our squadrons shall fly,

To rally no more at their old leader’s cry.

Then up, sons of Freedom, etc.

ВЫДВИЖЕНИЕ ЛИНКОЛЬНА.

АВТОР: К. А. М. Мотив — «Янки Дудл».

Arouse! my honest countrymen,

Throughout this mighty nation,

And let us give three hearty cheers

For Lincoln’s nomination.

Brave Hamlin, too, is qualified

To fill the highest station;

With “Abe” to steer, we’ll man the Ship,

The next Administration.

The Democrats are looking on

With dread anticipation,

And at us hurl anathemas

Of fierce vituperation.

Their broken ranks they wish to fill,

No matter from what nation;

We hear them say, “Good fellow, Pat—

You’ll have a situation.”

But when election day is past,

In vain you’ll search creation

To find the friend that promised Pat

Such great remuneration.

Republicans, then hoist the flag—

“No Slavery extension,”

And plant it on our Capitol,

In Abe’s administration.

ПРИЗЫВ СВОБОДЫ.

Oh! wake to the sound of our Nation’s appeal!

’Tis the loud voice of Freedom that calls!

Shall her sons fall asleep with the rust on their steel,

Shall the quick pulse of life no emotion reveal,

While the slave-driver reigns in our Halls?

’Tis the voice of the brave who at Lexington bled,

That calls on their sons to be brave!

’Tis the blood of our brethren at Leavenworth shed,

’Tis the life-stream that flowed from our Senator’s head,

When our Sumner was beat’n as a slave.

Shall the nation that gave to great Washington birth,

And exults in the sound of his name,

Shall the Freemen who boast of their valor and worth,

Be the sport and the mock of a slaveholder’s mirth,

When he gives Bunker Hill to the shame?

No! a fame more exalted our Country awaits,

While we honor the chief of our choice!

Brave Lincoln shall stand at fair Liberty’s gate,

And beat back the sword of the insolent fates,

And the hearts of the Free shall rejoice!

His crown with the gems of our love we impearl!

To his worth and his valor we bow;

O’er his head the proud Flag of the Free we unfurl,

And a garland of glory shall gracefully curl

In a wreath to adorn his fair brow;

Then our land shall repose in the glorious light

Of her fame and her liberty won!

The Genius of Freedom shall stand on her height,

And wave back the tempest of discord and night,

With the clouds that obscure our bright sun.

НАДЕЖДА ДЛЯ РАБА.

АВТОР: ДЖ. ДЖ. Х. Мелодия — «Эллен Бейн».

Millions lie bleeding on the Southern plains,

Tyrants, unheeding, bind on their chains;

Moaning in sorrow, toiling in their pain,

Sighing for Liberty, but sighing in vain.

Onward, then, true hearts and brave,

Forge no chains for other slaves;

Brothers, we our land must save

From tyrants and chains.

See the helpless mother, on the auction-block,

Shrieking for her children! Hear the tyrants mock!

See them torn asunder, ne’er to meet again!

Gone to the rice-swamps—dragging their chains.

Onward, etc.

The War-cry is sounding on our Northern hills,

Free hearts are bounding—Liberty yet thrills.

Screams our wild Eagle, soaring to the sky,

God sent him here to live—our bird shall not die.

Onward, etc.

СВОБОДНЫЕ ПОБЕЖДАЮТ, КОГДА ВЕДЕТ ЛИНКОЛЬН,

Мотив — «Дикая охота Лютцова».

Oh, tell me, what spirit sweeps over the land,

Uniting and rousing our numbers?

And why does the North in full panoply stand,

Like a giant aroused from long slumbers—

Like a giant aroused from long slumbers?

’Twas a cry for aid that o’er us swept,

They were murdering Kansas while we slept.

But the North will not always submit to a wrong;

Once roused from her sleep, she ne’er falters.

To Kansas, despite the whole South, shall belong

Free soil, and free speech, and free altars—

Free soil, and free speech, and free altars.

The cry of Freedom each free man heeds,

And our cause must win, for Lincoln leads.

ФЕРМА ДЯДИ СЭМА.

АВТОР: ДЖЕССИ.

The bill! the bill! how my heart will thrill

At the passage of the People’s Homestead Bill!

Of all the mighty nations in the East or in the West,

The glorious Yankee nation is the greatest and the best;

We have room for all creation, and our banner is unfurled,

With a general invitation to the people of the world.

Then come along, come along, make no delay,

Come from every nation, come from every way;

Our lands they are broad enough, don’t feel alarm,

For Uncle Sam is rich enough to give us all a farm.

St. Lawrence is our Northern line, far’s her waters flow,

And the Rio Grande our Southern bound, way down in Mexico;

While from the Atlantic Ocean, where the sun begins to dawn,

We’ll cross the Rocky Mountains far away to Oregon.

Then come along, etc.

While the South shall raise the cotton, and the West the corn and pork,

New England manufactures shall do up the finer work;

For the deep and flowing water-falls that course along our hills,

Are just the thing for washing sheep and driving cotton mills.

Then come along, etc.

Our fathers gave us liberty, but little did they dream

The grand results to follow in this mighty age of steam;

Our mountains, lakes, and rivers are now in a blaze of fire,

While we send the news by lightning on the Telegraphic wire.

Then come along, etc.

While Europe’s in commotion, and her monarchs in a fret,

We’re teaching them a lesson which they never can forget;

And this they fast are learning, Uncle Sam is not a fool,

For the people do their voting, and the children go to school.

Then come along, etc.

The brave in every nation are joining heart and hand,

And flocking to America, the real promised land;

And Uncle Sam stands ready with a child upon each arm,

To give them all a welcome to a lot upon his farm.

Then come along, etc.

A welcome, warm and hearty, do we give the sons of toil,

To come to the West and settle and labor on Free Soil;

We’ve room enough and land enough, they needn’t feel alarmed—

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

Then come along, etc.

Yes! we’re bound to lead the nations, for our motto’s “Go Ahead,”

And we’ll carry out the principles for which our fathers bled;

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

Free Trade to Emigration and Protection unto man.

Then come along, etc.

We’ve a glorious Declaration to protect us in our rights,

An instrument of Freedom, for the blacks as well as whites,

And the day is surely coming when Liberty’s bright sun

Shall shine with noonday splendor in the land of Washington.

Then come along, etc.

ПЕСНЯ СВОБОДЫ.

Ye who dwell in quiet hamlets,

Ye who crowd the busy ways—

All who love this great Republic

In these dark, imperiled days,

Does your Freedom never seem

Like the beauty of a dream?

Must the lightning’s flash and thunder

On our slumber glare and break,

Ere from false and fleeting visions

We to real danger wake?

Must the earthquake’s heavy tread

Crush us sleepers with the dead?

Hear ye not succeeding ages,

From their cloudy distance cry?

See ye not the hands of nations

Lifted toward the threat’ning sky?

Now or never, rise and gain

Freedom for this fair domain!

We have vanquished foreign tyrants—

Now the battle draws anear;

Let not Despots have this boasting,

That a Freeman knows to fear;

By your Fathers’ patriot graves,

Rise! nor be forever slaves!

Speak! ye orators of Freemen,

Let your thunder shake these plains;

Write! ye editors of Freedom,

Let your lightning rive these chains;

Up! ye sons of Pilgrims, rise!

Strike for Freedom, or she dies;

Give this land to future ages

Free, as God has made it free;

Swear that not another acre

Shall be cursed with Slavery;

Strike for Freedom and for right,

God himself is Freedom’s might.

«НЕБРАСКОВАТЕЛЬСТВО».

В ИСПОЛНЕНИИ СЕМЬИ ХАТЧИНСОН.

I.

Мотив — «Щеголь Джим».

Kind friends, with your permission, I

Will sing a few short stanzas,

About this new “Nebraska Bill,”

Including also Kansas;

All how they had it “cut and dried,”

To rush it through the Senate

Before the people rallied, and

Before they’d time to mend it.

II., III., IV.

Мотив — «Янки Дудл».

Iniquity so very great,

Of justice so defiant,

Of course could only emanate

From brain of mighty giant.

This giant, now, is very small,

As all of you do know, sirs;

But then, there is no doubt at all

That he expects to grow, sirs.

There’s one thing more I ought to say,

And that will make us even—

It is to mention, by-the-way,

The giant’s name is——Stephen.

GIANT’S BASS-SOLO.

“Fe, fi, fo, fum,

I smell the blood of Free-dom;

Fe, fi, fo, fum,

Dead or alive, I’ll have some.”

Oh, terribly the giant swore,

With awful oaths and curses,

And language such as I can not

Engraft into my verses.

There was a giant once before,

And with a sling they slew him;

That Stephen could be slued with one,

No one would say who knew him.

V.

Мотив — «Похороны сэра Джона Мура».

’Twas at the dead of night they met,

(So I’m informed the case is,)

Stephen in person leading on

The army of “dough-faces.”

They voted, at the dead of night.

While all the land lay sleeping,

That all our sacred, blood-bought rights

Were not worth the keeping.

VI.

Мотив — «Янки Дудл» — двойной быстрый темп.

Oh! bless those old forefathers, in

Their Continental “trowsers,”

Who in their wisdom looked so far

And organized two houses—

So let them shout, their time is short,

They’ll very soon be stiller—

For in the house they’ll find a boy

Called “Jack the Giant Killer.”

VII.

Мотив — «Шотландцы, пролившие кровь с Уоллесом».

And now, kind friends, for once and all

Let’s swear upon the altar

Of plighted faith and sacred truth,

To fight and never falter;

That Liberty and Human Rights

Shall be a bright reality,

And we’ll resist with all our might

This monstrous Neb-rascality!

ХОР СВОБОДНОЙ ЗЕМЛИ.

АВТОР: ДЖ. Х. Мелодия — «Олд Ланг Сайн».

All hail! ye friends of Liberty,

Ye honest sons of toil;

Come, let us raise a shout to-day

For Freedom and Free Soil.

For Freedom and Free Soil, my boys

For Freedom and Free Soil;

Ring out the shout to all about,

For Freedom and Free Soil.

We wage no bloody warfare here,

But gladly would we toil,

To show the South the matchless worth

Of Freedom and Free Soil.

For Freedom, etc.

Nor care we aught for party names,

We ask not for the spoils;

But what we’ll have is Liberty!

For Freedom and Free Soil.

For Freedom, etc.

Too long we’ve dwelt in party strife—

’Tis time to pour in oil;

So here’s a dose for “Uncle Sam”

Of Freedom and Free Soil.

For Freedom, etc.

Our Southern neighbors feel our power,

And gladly would recoil,

But ’tis “too late”—the cry’s gone forth

For Freedom and Free Soil.

For Freedom, etc.

Then let opponents do their best

Our spirits to embroil;

No feuds shall e’er divide our ranks

Till victory crowns Free Soil.

For Freedom, etc.

They’ve called us “sisslers” long enough—

We now begin to boil,

And ’ere November shall come round,

We’ll cook them up Free Soil.

For Freedom, etc.

Then let us sing God bless the free,

The noble sons of toil,

And let the shout ring all about,

Of Freedom and Free Soil.

For Freedom, etc.

УРА ШТАТУ ЗАЛИВА.

Lincoln’s the chief to lead the way,

Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

The fire by night—the cloud by day,

Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

Mailed in truth and strong in hand,

He’ll bring us to the Promised Land.

Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

The ship of state, with tattered sail,

Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

Is madly driving ’fore the gale,

Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

He’ll soon repair her crippled form,

And bring her safely through the storm.

Hurrah! etc.

The sable flag that o’er us waves,

Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

Shall float no longer over slaves,

Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

From Kansas’ dark and bloody ground,

To California’s farthest bound.

Hurrah! etc.

Free speech Lincoln will aye defend,

Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

And Slavery’s curse he’ll ne’er extend,

Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

He goes for Freedom’s holy cause,

For equal rights and equal laws.

Hurrah! etc.

Then let us all, with loud acclaim,

Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

Repeat the chorus of a name,

Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

A name at which the tyrant quails,

A name which every good man hails—

Lincoln! Lincoln! Lincoln! Lincoln!

Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

ЗА СВОБОДУ.

Мотив — «Обращение Брюса».

Freemen! who have suffered long;

Freemen! who have borne the wrong;

Freemen! while ye yet are strong—

Strike for Liberty.

God is with you for the right,

He will nerve your arms with might,

Ye shall conquer in the fight—

Strike for Victory.

Marching in our fathers’ way,

To the music freemen play,

We shall see a glorious day

When the free prevail.

Sacred, holy is our cause,

We maintain the outraged laws,

We sustain dear Freedom’s cause,

We can never fail.

O’er us Freedom’s banners wave,

Borne by leaders true and brave,

Sworn their native land to save

From dread Slavery.

Freemen! who have suffered long;

Freemen! who have borne the wrong;

Freemen! while ye yet are strong—

Strike for Liberty!

ГОЛОС СВОБОДЫ.

Мотив — «Олд Ланг Сайн».

The voice of Freedom loudly calls

On all the true and brave,

From Slavery’s destroying hand

Her fair domain to save.

Arise and let my empire stretch

From widening sea to sea,

Her soil forever consecrate

To blessed Liberty.

Her banner is unfolded wide,

Of red and purest white,

Her lofty countenance divine

Shines like her armor bright.

America’s true-hearted sons

Her warriors brave shall be;

Her battle-shout victorious,

Union and Liberty.

Let freemen hasten to her side,

And raise her banner high,

Free speech beneath our domes to have,

Free soil beneath our sky.

Let all our country’s wide area

A land of freedom be,

And let this circled Union cry,

Free Soil and Liberty!

ДЕЛО СВОБОДЫ.

Мелодия — «Сторож, поведай нам о ночи».

The glorious cause is moving on,

The cause once led by Washington!

The cause that made our fathers free,

The cause of glorious Liberty!

Our ranks now swell, our votes now tell,

On Freedom’s cause we love so well!

And Slavery’s power, now waning fast,

In midnight shade will soon be cast.

Then labor, labor, labor still,

Each vote declares a Freeman’s will;

Soon Heaven’s own gift the slave’s will be,

The boon of glorious Liberty.

Tell us no more of Slavery’s power,

’Tis weakness when compared with ours.

’Tis Satan’s power condemned to die,

Freedom is strengthened from on High.

Tyrants now quail, their courage fails;

But ours, inspired by Heaven, prevails.

Thrice armed are we in righteousness,

And this our foes themselves confess.

Then onward, onward, onward still,

See how our ranks with Freemen fill!

Soon o’er the world will all men see

Triumphant glorious liberty.

For years have Freemen bravely stood,

And breasted persecution’s flood;

With justice armed, they’ve kept the field,

No threats or flattery made them yield.

Their flag, so fair, still floats in air;

And mark! next year ’twill still be there,

Inscribed in letters bold and free,

With one great idea, Liberty!

Then sound it, sound it, sound it strong,

That Freedom’s right, and Slavery’s wrong.

And soon this truth will all men see,

And vote for glorious Liberty.

ЛИНКОЛЬН — ГОРДОСТЬ НАЦИИ.

Мелодия — «Красный, белый и синий».

For Lincoln, the choice of the nation,

The pride of the fearless and free,

We’ll drink to his health and his station,

Whatever that relation may be.

His heart beats for Freedom remaining

On the soil where our Liberty grew—

For our brethren in Slavery sustaining,

The free flag—the Red, White, and Blue.

There are lands where the millions are yearning

For Freedom from Tyranny’s chain;

For ours let our efforts be turning,

To shield her from Slavery’s stain.

For Lincoln, he stands with devotion,

And swears to the Union he’s true;

And he’ll struggle from ocean to ocean,

To plant there the Red, White, and Blue.

No sectional feuds shall e’er sever

The bands which our forefathers wrought;

The Union forever and ever!

Unsullied, unstained, and unbought

Is the watchword from Lincoln we borrow,

And he stands by his promise so true;

Then who will our leader not follow,

When his flag is the Red, White, and Blue?

Our voices are joined then for Union,

The stars and stripes are above;

Huzza all for Lincoln and Hamlin!

Huzza for the men that we love!

The old Union ship, when well guided,

’Twill be found that the timbers are true;

And soon will the storm have subsided

That threatened the Red, White, and Blue.

СБОРНАЯ ПЕСНЯ.

The war drums are beating;

Prepare for the fight!

The people are gathering

In strength and in might;

Fling out your broad banner

Against the blue sky

With Lincoln and Hamlin

We’ll conquer or die.

The clarion is sounding,

From inland to shore;

Your sword and your lances

Must slumber no more;

The slave-driving minions,

See, see, how they fly!

With Lincoln and Hamlin

We’ll conquer or die.

ЭЙБ ЛИНКОЛЬН — ИМЕННО ТОТ ЧЕЛОВЕК.

АВТОР: С. К. МИЛЛЕР. Мотив — «Дорожайшая Мэй».

From granite hills and mountain walls,

From prairie, wood, and plain,

Fair Freedom’s voice our nation calls

Our freedom to maintain.

Our country calls old Abraham:

Now beat him, if you can;

Abe Lincoln will be President—

Abe Lincoln is the man.

Each, gale that sweeps our country through

Is laden with the call;

Old Abe and Hamlin will go through—

Sham Democrats must fall.

Our country calls, etc.

A monument is towering high,

In Baltimore erected,

In memory of two candidates

That soon will be rejected.

Our country calls, etc.

The happy pair will run in style—

That “conflict” makes them foam;

They’ll have a chance to run awhile,

And then to stay at home.

Our country calls, etc.

Our answer to the call will be,

Abe Lincoln is elected;

He’ll rout Disunion Chivalry,

Already much dejected.

Our country calls, etc.

СУДЬБА ПТИЦЕПАСА.

[Показывая, как лучше покончить со старой любовью, прежде чем переходить к новой.] Мелодия — «Лорд Лавел».

A Fowler one morning a poaching would go,

“I’m in for a bagful,” quoth he;

So in Uncle Sam’s manor he shot high and low,

And helped himself plentiful-ly, lee, lee,

And helped himself plentiful-ly.

Just then there chanced to be cocking his eye

Uncle Sam’s head-keeper, J. B.,

Who caught the bold Fowler poaching so sly,

All under the greenwood tree, tree, tree,

All under the greenwood tree.

“Oh, what are you doing?” the head-keeper cried,

“You son of a gun!” cried he;

“I’ll have you taken, and bound, and tied,

By the laws of this great countree, ree, ree,

By the laws of this great countree.”

“Hush! hush! not a word!” the Fowler he said,

“You’ll do no such a thing,” said he;

“For out of this game my friends shall be fed,

And you shall be first, d’ye see? see? see?

And you shall be first, d’ye see?”

So a bargain was straightway struck between

The Fowler and sly J. B.,

And many a year, in the forest green,

They feasted right loving-ly, lee, lee,

They feasted right loving-ly.

But after a while the keeper grew old,

“And not so fit is he,”

Said Uncle Sam, “as the Douglas bold,

My forester for to be, be, be,

My forester for to be.”

So the Fowler bethought him to take his game

No longer to ancient J. B.,

And straight to the friends of the Douglas he came,

As they gathered in Charleston cit-y, tee, tee,

As they gathered in Charleston cit-y.

“Ho! ho!” quoth the keeper, “if that’s your way,

My day is not out,” quoth he;

And straight to his master he said his say,

With a semblance of great hones-ty, tee, tee,

With a semblance of great hones-ty.

“A Fowler your manor is poaching upon!”

“Very well, then,” said Samuel, said he:

“Go seize the vile caitiff, Isaiah and John,

And hang him on yonder tree, tree, tree,

And hang him on yonder tree!”

So the Fowler was caught at his poaching at last,

And the moral is plain to see:

Be off with old friendships ere new ones are fast,

And look out for the wrath of J. B., B., B.,

And look out for the wrath of J. B.

СБОРНАЯ ПЕСНЯ КЛУБА СКАЛИСТЫХ ГОР.

«СВОБОДНЫЕ ТЕРРИТОРИИ ДЛЯ СВОБОДНЫХ ЛЮДЕЙ». Мелодия — «Кох-э-ланк».

Come all ye who work like brothers,

Come from store, from shop, from hall,

Pass the watchword to the others,

Don’t you hear our rallying call?

Freedom for our Western prairies,

Freedom to Pacific’s shores,

Freedom gave our land to freemen,

Free it shall be evermore.

Rally once more round the banner,

In the fight be true and strong,

Keeping step with freemen’s music,

With one voice we’ll shout our song—

Freedom, etc.

Let the past be now forgotten,

While sweet Freedom’s foes we rout;

All we ask of each one coming,

Vote for Freedom, work and shout—

Freedom, etc.

Have you heard from old New Hampshire,

How the strikers struck up there;

Dealing deadly blows to Slavery,

Singing in the evening air—

Freedom, etc.

Then Connecticut right nobly

Next sustained the glorious fight,

Conquered all the foes of Freedom,

Shouting till the morning light—

Freedom, etc.

Shall the Empire State be wanting

When the others stand so true?

Then, let each one do his duty,

Work there is, for us and you.

Freedom, etc.

Come, then, Freemen, come and join us,

You who never came before,

All we ask is, vote for Freedom,

Till it reigns from shore to shore.

Freedom, etc.

W. B. H.

АРМИЯ СВОБОДЫ.

АВТОР: ХАТЧИНСОН. Мелодия — «Топоры на точилку».

We’re coming, we’re coming, the fearless and free!

like the winds of the desert, the waves of the sea!

True sons of brave sires, who battled of yore,

When England’s proud lion ran wild on our shore,

When England’s proud lion ran wild on our shore.

We’re coming, we’re coming, from mountain and glen,

With hearts to do battle for Freedom again,

And Slavery is trembling as trembled before

The oppression which fled from our fathers of yore,

The oppression which fled from our fathers of yore.

We’re coming, we’re coming, with banners unfurled!

Our motto is Freedom—“our country, the World!”

Our watch-word is Liberty—Tyrants, beware!

For the Liberty army will bring you despair,

For the Liberty army will bring you despair.

We’re coming, we’re coming, we’ll come from afar,

Our standard we’ll nail to Humanity’s car.

With shouting we’ll raise it, in triumph to wave,

The glory of Freedom, the hope of the Slave,

The glory of Freedom, the hope of the Slave.

Then arouse ye, brave hearts, to the rescue come on!

The man-stealing army we’ll surely put down!

They’re crushing their millions, but soon they must yield,

For Freemen have risen and taken the field,

For Freemen have risen and taken the field.

Then arouse ye! arouse ye! the fearless and free!

Like the winds of the desert, the waves of the sea.

Let our country throughout to each ocean’s shore

Resound with a glorious triumph once more,

Resound with a glorious triumph once more.

СЛЫШАЛИ ЛИ ВЫ ГРОМКУЮ ТРЕВОГУ?

Мелодия — «Гранитный штат».

From the green hills of New England,

From the Western slopes and prairies,

From the mines of Pennsylvania,

Have you heard the loud alarm?

For the war note has been sounded,

And the Locos stand astounded,

While their rule, in ruin founded,

Sinks before the people’s arm.

Steeped in infamous corruption,

Sold to sugar-cane and cotton,

Lo! a nation’s heart is rotten,

And the vampires suck her blood;

O’er our broad and free dominions

Rules the Cotton king whose minions

Clip our fearless eagle’s pinions,

And invite Oppression’s reign.

We have chosen us a leader,

And with “resolute endeavor”

Let us strike at once—or never,

For the land we love so well;

With a victory before us,

And a stainless banner o’er us,

Let us shout the joyful chorus,

Ringing loud the Freedom bell.

We believe as did the heroes

Of our noble Revolution,

That our noble constitution,

Is the guide to Liberty;

And we go for non-extension,

In the field, as in convention,

And rejoice in the declension

Of the curse of all the free.

With a patriot heart to guide us,

All the railing accusations,

Honest Abraham occasions,

Greet our ears as pleasant chimes;

For a son of honest labor,

Calling every man his neighbor,

Grasping Freedom’s trenchant saber,

Stands the hero of his times.

Come, then, friends of working-classes—

Every State beneath its banners—

And with shouts and loud hosannahs

Raise the people’s standard high;

Roll along the mighty chorus,

And the reeling foe before us

Never more shall triumph o’er us,

For a brighter day is nigh.