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And now, my friends, we vote a health,
Few days, few days, To our first choice—the nation's wealth,
We're going home; Freedom and Fremont is the word,
Few days, few days, We've nailed our flag and drawn our sword,
We're going home.
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SAD VOYAGE.
Air.—"Ok, Susanna"
I dream't a dream the other night,
A doughface's blood 'twould stop; I dream't I saw old " Buck and Breck,"
Salt river rowing up, While Bully Brooks cried from the shore,
" Buchanan don't you cry, We won't be ruled by John Fremont:
We're goin' to nullify."
" Oh, Buchanan,
You need'nt cry for me, For when salt river you've rowed up,
I'm going out to sea.
" I'm goin' to march to Washington
With forty thousand men, I'm goin' to seize the treasury ;
What will the North do then t |
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