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Air.—" Blow the Windy Morning."
Awake, ye black Republicans,
The time is near at hand, To choose another magistrate,
This country to command.
Chorus.—Then clear away the ruffian band, Freemen will never yield, 'Till John Fremont is in command, And Buck has left the field.
They talk about the Woolly Horse,
And at the story grin, That Woolly Horse is on the track,
And he is bound to win. Chorus.—Then clear away the ruffian band, &c.
They call our party sectional, Their reason we will mention,
Because we won't give up our rights, To Slavery extension. Chorus.—Then clear away the ruffian band, &c.
When Jim Buchanan pledged himself The platform straight to tread, \ He sold himself for Southern votes,
But at the North, he's dead. Chorus.—Then clear away the ruffian band, &c.
There's Fillmore, who has just got home
From visiting the Pope, He only makes believe to run, He has'nt got a hope. Chorus.—Then clear away the ruffian band, &c.
Let John Fremont affairs control,
With Jessie by his side, Let Franklin Pierce, get in his hearse,
And from the White House ride. Chorus.—Then clear away the ruffian band, &c.
The White House, once delivered,
The Cabinet scattered, too, As they run out, the States will shout, God help the scaly crew. Chorus.—Then clear away the ruffian band, &c. |
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