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Air.—"Blair and 1 called on our Van." Oh ! Fillmore, what a blunder, To say that they will sunder The Union when we're under
The gallant, young Fremont. Chorus.—Though bound to beat Buchanan, blue, With Douglass, and his ruffiian crew, We're bound to save the Union, too, With the gallant, young Fremont.
Should it be undertaken, They'll find they have mistaken, The customer they are waking,
In the gallant, young Fremont. Chorus.—Though bound, &c.
We know that they will bluster,
And get all in a fluster,
But that will not pass muster,
With the gallant, young Fremont. Chorus.—Though bound, &c.
Disunion, they'll be crying,
But Southern Nullifying,
Is game not worth the trying,
On the gallant young Fremont. Chorus.—Though bound, &c.
At their first insurrection, They'll find for their inspection, A Jackson resurre'ction
In the gllant, young Fremont. Chorus.—Though bound, &c.
They call us Union haters,
Do these same strife creators,
We'll undeceive the traitors
With the gallant, young Fremont. Chorus.—Though bound, &c.
We're firm in resolution,
Against all dissolution,
We're for the Constitution
And the gallant, young Fremont. Chorus.—Though bound, &c.
This land, our sires did gain it, With Freemen's blood did stain it, And freemen shall maintain it.
With the gallant, young Fremont. Chorus.—Though bound, &c. |
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