COME all ye who work like brothers,
Come from store, from shop, from hall,
Pass the watchword to the others;
Don't you hear our rallying call?

Freedom for our Western prairies,
Freedom to Pacific's shores,
Freedom gave our land to freemen,
Free it shall be evermore.

Rally once more round the banner,
In the fight be true and strong,
Keeping step with freemen's music,

With one voice we'll shout our song—

Let the past be now forgotten,

Freedom, etc.

While sweet Freedom's foes we rout;

All we ask of each one coming,

Vote for Freedom, work and shout

Freedom, etc.

Have you heard from old New Hampshire,

How the strikers struck up there;

Dealing deadly blows to Slavery,

Singing in the evening air

Freedom, etc.

Then Connecticut right nobly
Next sustained the glorious fight,
Conquered all the foes of Freedom,
Shouting till the morning light-

Freedom, etc.

Shall the Empire State be wanting
When the others stand so true?

Then, let each one do his duty,

Work there is, for us and you.

Freedom, etc.

Come, then, Freemen, come and join us,

You who never came before,

All we ask is, vote for Freedom,

Till it reigns from shore to shore.

Freedom, etc.

W. B. H.

THE LIBERTY ARMY.

BY HUTCHINSON.

Tune-"Axes to Grind."

WE'RE Coming, we're coming, the fearless and free!
Like the winds of the desert, the waves of the sea!
True sons of brave sires, who battled of yore,
When England's proud lion ran wild on our shore.
When England's proud lion ran wild on our shore.
We're coming, we're coming, from mountain and glen,
With hearts to do battle for Freedom again,

And Slavery is trembling as trembled before

The oppression which fled from our fathers of yore,
The oppression which fled from our fathers of yore.

We're coming, we're coming, with banners unfurled!
Our motto is Freedom-" our country, the World !"
Our watch-word is Liberty-Tyrants, beware!
For the Liberty army will bring you despair,
For the Liberty army will bring you despair.

We're coming, we're coming, we'll come from afar,
Our standard we'll nail to Humanity's car.

With shouting we'll raise it, in triumph to wave,
The glory of Freedom, the hope of the Slave,
The glory of Freedom, the hope of the Slave.

Then arouse ye, brave hearts, to the rescue come on!
The man-stealing army we'll surely put down!
They're crushing their millions, but soon they must yield,
For Freemen have risen and taken the field,

For Freemen have risen and taken the field.

Then arouse ye! arouse ye! the fearless and free!
Like the winds of the desert, the waves of the sea.
Let our country throughout to each ocean's shore
Resound with a glorious triumph once more,
Resound with a glorious triumph once more.

HAVE YOU HEARD THE LOUD ALARM?
Tune-"Granite State."

FROM the green hills of New England,
From the Western slopes and prairies,
From the mines of Pennsylvania,

Have you heard the loud alarm?
For the war note has been sounded,
And the Locos stand astounded,
While their rule, in ruin founded,

Sinks before the people's arm.

Steeped in infamous corruption,
Sold to sugar-cane and cotton,
Lo! a nation's heart is rotten,

And the vampires suck her blood;
O'er our broad and free dominions
Rules the Cotton king whose minions
Clip our fearless eagle's pinions,
And invite Oppression's reign.

We have chosen us a leader,
And with "resolute endeavor"
Let us strike at once-or never,

For the land we love so well;
With a victory before us,
And a stainless banner o'er us,
Let us shout the joyful chorus,
Ringing loud the Freedom bell.

We believe as did the heroes
Of our noble Revolution,
That our noble constitution,
Is the guide to Liberty;
And we go for non-extension,
In the field, as in convention,
And rejoice in the declension

Of the curse of all the free.

With a patriot heart to guide us,
All the railing accusations,

Honest Abraham occasions,

Greet our ears as pleasant chimes;

For a son of honest labor,

Calling every man his neighbor, Grasping Freedom's trenchant saber,

Stands the hero of his times.

Come, then, friends of working-classes—
Every State beneath its banners-

And with shouts and loud hosannahs

Raise the people's standard high;

Roll along the mighty chorus,

And the reeling foe before us
Never more shall triumph o'er us,

For a brighter day is nigh.

FORWARD, THE NINTH!

[This was the watchword of the Flunkies (i. e., Seymour Demoerats) during the last election in Connecticut, in which contest the Republicans were victorious. Three cheers for "Buckingham,” and the" Old Nutmeg State."]

Tune "Excelsior."

THE shades of night were falling fast,

As through the "Nutmeg State" there passed

A warrior with a Banner nice,

On which was seen this strange device-
Forward, the Ninth !*

His face was red; his eye beneath
Flashed like a falchion from its sheath;
And in his "Irish brogue''t there rung,
The accents of that unknown tongue-
Forward, the Ninth!

In Elm City he heard a noise,

Jim English thanking the "B-hoys."

"Forward, the Ninth!" the words of command from the mouth of the warrior in the Mexican war.

+ A rale Dimecrat.

New Haven.