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They've done their work in the Pine Tree State,
The ruffians strove in vain, They're beat in spite of all their boast,
And Hamlin governs Maine. Chorus.
The Jersey boys are wide awake,
Their work will be well done, And Stockton cannot get that State,
With his money, or big gun !
When Pennsylvania's turn shall come,
The friends of Freedom there, Will give her vote to John Fremont,
And make Buchanan stare.
And in our own good native State,
Where freemen can't be sold, We'll show the friends of Buck and Fill,
We spurn their bribe of gold.
And in the gallant Empire State,
We'll run them, neck and neck, We'll beat the friends of Fillmore there.
As well as Buck and Breck.
The ruffians all, both great and small,
Have had their ipse dixit, They can't come in, ain't it a sin ?
Not no how they can fix it.
And having thus, disposed of all,
From Beerslreba to Dan The people's voice has made its choice,
And John Fremont's the man.