_Tune_—“Little More Cider.”
OH, we will have a merry time
When, at the polls this fall,
We vote for “honest Abraham,”
Who is so slim and tall.
It don’t make any difference,
He’ll steer the “Ship of State;”
A noble captain he will be,
And Hamlin will be mate.
Oh, a jolly good crew we’ll have,
A jolly good crew we’ll have—
A jolly good crew we’ll have on board
This staunch old Ship of State.
We’ve shipp’d until the voyage is through—
We never shall back out;
The “Little Giant” of the West
We certainly shall rout:
And then there’s Breckenridge and Bell,
Fine fellows they may be—
They’ll wish they had’nt run _agin_
This rail-splitter you’ll see.
Oh, a jolly good crew, etc.
Then wide awake, the cry will be
For “Abe” and Hamlin too,
For we’re the boys that can excel,
And that we’re bound to do.
They talk about the “Squatter clause,”
That’s “played out” long ago—
It’s used for home-con-sump-shi-on,
And there it is no go.
Oh, a jolly good crew, etc.
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