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OUR GALLANT LEADER.
Am.—" Blue Bells of Scotland." Oh ! whom, tell me whom, do you follow to the field ? Oh ! whom, tell me whom, do you follow to the field? We follow young Fremont, the brave, who ne'er was
known to yield, With Freedom and Humanity inscribed upon his shield.
With whom, tell me whom, do you battle in the strife ? With whom, tell me whom, do you battle in the strife ? We battle with the ruffians who wield the scalping knife, With their hands dripping blood from a Northern freeman's life.
By whom, tell me whom, were these outrages begun ? By whom, tell me whom, were these outrages begun ? By traitor Arnold Douglas, Toombs, Pierce and Atchin-
son, Southern lords and Northern traitors, in their haunts at
Washington.
For whom, tell me whom, were these daring projects
planned ? For whom, tell me whom, were these daring projects
planned ? For your Keitts and bully Brookses, who expect to rule
the land, With their white and their black slaves alike, beneath
their hand.
On whom, tell me whom, was the blow designed to fall ? On whom, tell me whom, was the blow designed to fall ? On you and I, my brother, and upon those freemen all, Who refuse to turn doughfaces, and to follow at their call.
By whom, tell me whom, is this policy pursued? By whom, tell me wdiom, is this policy pursued ? By James Buchanan, and by all the office-holding brood, On the Cincinnati Platform, with its stained and rotten wood.
Oh! whom, tell me whom, shall we trust to lead us on? Oh! whom, tell me whom, shall we trust to lead us on? JOHN C. FREMONT'S the man, my boys !—the field's
already won, By the name and the fame of our second WASHINGTON. |
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