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Through the lofty forests tearing Echoes loud the Pine Tree State. Chorus.—
Thou, too, Maine, my heart's best treasure, Loved as cat ne'er loved a mouse,
Gold we sent you without measure, From the Boston Custom House. Chorus.—
Now you've been and gone and done it,
Vast majorities you've piled, But, if really bent upon it,
"Why not, Maine, have "drawn it mild V Chorus.—
Sad and lonely sit I grieving,
All my fondest hopes have flown, Party rats my ship are leaving) 'Cause they see 'tis going down." Chorus.—
Am.—" Bruce''s Address.7*
Onward ! onward ! to the fight! Buchanan's hosts we'll put to flight ; We'll plant the tree of truth and right On soil that shall be free.
Let freedom's banner be unfurled ; Let it wave throughout the world, The might of Slavery downward hurled, And western Kansas free!