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That unless we elected him over his foes, The South would assuredly bite off its nose. Ee too-ral, loo-ral, &c.
And a self called convention of Whigs, now has said, Though he quitted the party which gave him his bread, That we must submit by him to be lead [dead.
With the slave preaching boaster, who slanders the Ee too-ral, loo-ral, &c.
But the drivers may threaten and coax as they may, They'll probably find, when it comes 'lection day, That in spite of all they can do, or can say, The whole of the team heads the opposite way. Ee too-ral, loo-ral, &c.
Tune.—" Dandy Jim" " JohnHighlandman" &c
Come " Buck " and " Breck," and list to me. I sing of Northern chivalry, Not made of gutta percha canes, But iron hands and fertile brains.
Fremont shall lead a glorious band Of freemen, to enrich free land, Make Kansas like a garden shine With milk and honey, corn and wine.
I sing the men who rear the mill, Make streams subservient to their will, The earth her hidden mines disclose, And deserts bloom like the rose.
Fremont will lead a glorious band, &c.