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] The highest gift of the Nation—the office of President.