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Am—" Dearest Mae"
Now, Freemen hear and mark me, sit down and I'll relate
The treason that was uttered by a Doughface Candidate :
He plumply says, before hand, that the South should not obey
If Fremont be the People's Choice on next November's day! Chorus—
Think, Freemen all ! these sentiments recall, When Fillmore tries to blind your eyes To the fact of Southern thrall ! In other words—he says the South should " let the
. Union slide," The moment we no more agree to bow before its pride ; For years, and years, the North has borne the Slaver's
sway alone— " All this," says Fillmore, " goes for naught, if once we ask our own !"
Chorus—Think, Freemen all ! &c.
'Tis he suggests the treason—he claps them on the back, And swears '' they must be mad or fools to take a different track!" The " will of the majority's" a good thing in its way, So long—but not an inch beyond—supporting Southern sway ! Chorus—Think, Freemen all! &c.
Its " heads we win and tails you lose" the game he'd
have them play, If their man is elected, by all means, then obey ! But if he's not—'twere folly the issue to abide, So heads we win and tails you lose ! and " let the Union
slide."
Chorus;—Think, Freemen all! &c.
Our bold Freemountain Eagle will tear the threat to
shreds, And if they try the traitor's game—their blood be on
their heads! " 'Tis an awkward thing," said Webster, in his grand
reply to Hayne, " This dying without touching earth "—Let Fillmore
think again!
(Jhorus—And think, Freemen all! &c. |
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