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No political hack, No Union seceder.
Fremont is the name, &c.
The man who loves his race,
And loving—he shall lead 'em3 He ope'd the golden gate,
Of California's freedom. And Kansas soon shall feel
The power of his protection, For freemen everywhere
Are bent on his election.
Fremont is the name, &c.
Then let the trumpet sound,
Loud roar the thundering cannon,-The triumph of Fremont,
The downfall of Buchanan. Let merry peals ring forth
From every tower and steeple, And East, West, North and South,
Be one united people. Fremont is the name |
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Air—" Fra Diavolo." Upon the Eocky Mountain That firm and mighty heart, behold Fast his country's flag he holds, The glorious flag of old.
This way his steps inclining, His fame has reached us long ago, He conquered gold for freemen then. Now fights he a freeman's foe—
Tremble. Even now the storm is rolling, Afar hear echo calling
To White House,
To White House,
To White House. Even now the storm is rolling, Afar hear echo calling,
To White House,
To White House,
To White House. |
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