_Air_—“Dearest May.”
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.