The equal rights of North and South
He fearless doth proclaim-

He'll tear disunion's flag from both,
And blast each traitor's name.

Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! etc.

Then 'neath the stripes Time's hand hath blent,

'Neath stars our fathers won,

Will make our Lincoln President

In Eighteen Sixty-one.

Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! etc.

SONG.

Air-"Dixey's Land."

FRIENDS of Freedom, hear the story,
How the Freemen in their glory

Went away, went away,
Went away, went away,

To the lakes, with the intention

Of attending the Convention,

Far away, far away,

Far away, far away.

Because the people do demand
A hero, a hero,

As leader of their Spartan band,
They'll take him from his "prairie-land,"
Away, away, away,

Across the line of Dixon.

At Chicago they selected

Lincoln, who will be elected,

Abraham, Abraham,

Abraham, Abraham.

As Honest Abe the people know him,
And all his actions go to show him

A true man, a true man,

A true man, a true man.

Because the people do demand, etc.

Friends of "Union" never falter,

Loco-focos can not alter,

Or delay, or delay,

Or delay, or delay,

Our country's laws or constitution,
By traitorous threats or persecution,

A single day, a single day,

A single day, a single day.

Because the people do demand, etc.

Yet there is another reason,

Why the traitor and his treason

Must decay, must decay,

Must decay, must decay:

Lincoln's friend and his protector,

His political directo",

Ws Harry Clay, Harry Clay,

Harry Clay, Harry Clay.

Because the people do demand, etc.

Friends of Liberty, we ask you,

And we will not overtask you,

Come away! come away!
Come away! come away!

Leave the Loco Southern section,

Save your country next election,

Election day, election day,

Election day, election day.

Because the people do demand, etc.

CAMPAIGN SONG.

Air-"Rosin the Bow."

THE Campaign commences most nobly,
The battle has fairly begun,

And every new struggle proves doubly
That "Buck" and his minions are done.

With the East and the West linked together,
Our candidates never can fail,

For the weight of a slave aint a feather
When Freemen get into the scale.

Every friend of our own

"Gallant Harry,

The Star of the West," has declared
The coming election they'll carry,
For every true man is prepared.

For "Protection" the party will rally,

"Free homes for the homeless," as well, Then we'll hear every mountain and valley Ring forth to "Free Trade" its death-knell.

For Lincoln the party's united,

For Hamlin the people are true, The watch-fires all have been lighted, As once for "Old Tippecanoe."

Then bring out the music and banners,
The "fence rails," and orators too,
And we'll teach Loco-focos good manners,
As we did with "Old Tippecanoe."

FREEMEN, BANISH ALL YOUR FEARS.

BY R. M'N.

Air-"Scots Wha Hae."

FREEMEN, banish all your fears,
Lo! the promised morn appears,
Long foretold by Freedom's seers-
Lincoln takes the field.

Victory flashes in his eye,
Speaks in every battle-cry,
Rings along the vaulted sky,
Blazes on his shield.

See the Western prairies flame
At the mention of his name ;
Hear a people's loud acclaim,

Conscious of their might;
Then behold the guilty foe,
Glutted with a nation's woe-
Patriots, do you fear them?-No.
God will speed the right.

Standing on the sacred sod,
Where our fearless fathers trod ;

Must we tamely kiss the rod,

Bowing low the knee?

Foemen of your country's weal,
Bid your pampered hirelings kneel,
Crush them with your iron heel-
We, at least, are free.

And by all we love on earth,
By the land that gave us birth,
Friends of toil and honest worth,
Like our honored sires,

Heart to heart, and hand in hand,
We will march, a conquering band,
Till the altars of our land

Glow with Freedom's fires.

'WIDE-AWAKE CLUB" SONG.

Tune-"A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea."

Он, hear you not the wild huzzas
That come from every State?
For honest Uncle Abraham,

The People's candidate?
He is our choice, our nominee,

A self-made man, and true;

We'll show the Democrats this fall

What honest Abe can do.

Then give us Abe, and Hamlin, too,

To guide our gallant ship,

With Seward, Sumner, Chase, and Clay,

And then a merry trip.

Come, Granny Buck, you'd better go
While you can see the way,

For I fear your nerves won't stand the shock

On next election day.

So take your hat-what's that you say?

You are so cold you shiver

Why, that's the way you feel, my dear,

When sailing up Salt River.

Then give us Abe, and Hamlin, too, etc.