Rub-be-dub, rub-be-dub, rub-be-dub, dub,
Oh march to the tap of the rub-be-dub, dub,
Old Abe he is raising a “Great Union _Club_,”
To give the Seceshers a very hard rub.
When Abe was elected ’twas late in the Fall,
As President, over Seceshers and all,
And by all the rails in the Union did swear--
Jacksonian like--to act on the square.
Seceshers were trying to frighten old Abe,
By blowing and stealing--their favorite trade--
But when they had made a considerable noise,
Old Abe gave a yell for some of “The Boys.”
The yell it was heard, and it had its effect,
To play “Help your neighbor,” “The Boys” did collect;
Secesh “couldn’t see it”--he found he was matched,
Had counted his chickens before they were hatched.
To fence in the Union, without any _bars_,
Old Abe is at work by the light of the _Stars_;
It soon will be finished, and when he is through,
He’ll paint it all over with Red, White and Blue.
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Hurrah for the Land we Love.