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With his brave and trusty rifles, He stormed old Castro's seat, And never stopped for trifles, Till the foe was at his feet.
And he sat in the Governor's chair,
The same brave* pioneer ; And-the flag which the war
Had but brightened, waved o'er, As he sat in the Governor's chair.
He vowed while there, no slavery curse
Should stain that virgin strand; And nobly he fulfilled the pledge,
Throughout that golden land. And Jessie sat beside him,
With her sweet smiles' winning ray, And said she'd rather work by far, Than yield to the slave power's sway. And they gave him the Senator's chair, • Who had spirit and courage to dare For the rights of the free,
Whate're the danger might be, At his post in the Senator's chair.
And now the sons of Freedom throng,
In phalanx strong and deep, To place their gallant leader where
A freeman's pledge he'll keep. We'll place him in the White House, boys,
Upon the 4th of March ; And Jessie shall sit beside him, With her smile so true and arch, As he sits in the President's chair,
With Jessie the lovely and fair— With Dayton and Jessie, His foes will non esse, As he sits in the President's chair. |
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