Decatur Democrat, Volume 24, Number 19, Decatur, Adams County, 12 August 1880 — Page 11

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The Nation’s Choice. [Tune: “America.’’] Hope of Democracy, Champions of liberty. To thee we sing. Hancock so brave and true, English the statesman too, The people look to you, Belief to bring. To you our praises flow. To whom our votes will show, The people's voice— The North, and South allied, Oppression’s fate de< ide, Elect lhee to preside— The nation’s choice. —Emily Hawthorne. The Hancock Banner. [Tune: “Pins and Needles ly the Dozen.”] Unfurl the Hancock banner, let it sway upon the breeze, The emblem of Democracy, on lard and on the sens; The emblem of our liberty, borne by him through the wars— The hope of every Democrat, the gleaming stripes and stars. Chorus:— Then unfurl the Hancock banner, upon the joyous air; Read the records of his valiant deeds upon its radiance there. In the battle he shall lead us, and our standard bearer be, Until we crown him President, and shout the victory! The glorious band of Democrats, both north and in the south. All surely know his services, his honor and his worth; “The civil law must be obeyed,” he said, and it was done. A statesman true—a soldier, too —a second Washington. Chobus:— Then unfurl the Hancock banner, upon the joyous air; Read the records of his valiant deeds upon the radiance there. In the battle he shall lead us, and our standard bearer be, UnFWwe crown him President, and sheut the victory! This gallant flag of Hanoock and English waves in pride, Prom north to south, from east to west, in lands both far and wide; And in November next you’ll see our hero will be sent To grace tho White House and the land, our noble President. Chorus:— Then unfnrl the Hancock banner, upon the joyous air; Read the records of his valiant deeds upon its radiance there. In the battle he shall lead us, and our standard bearer be, Until we crown him President, and shout the victory! Campaign Song. [Tune: “Rally ’Round the Flag.] We’ll rally round the banner of our glorious Washington; W’ e’re bound to win the battle, ne’er use the sword or gun; We’ll rally round the banner and never let it fall, With Hancock and English we are bound to beat them all. Chorus— Hoist up the flag of the red, white and blue, For Hancock the patriot and bravo commander too; Hoist up the flag with not a star erased, With Hancock commander, It ne’er can be dis graced. The boys who wore the gray and the boys who _ wore the blue.

CAMPAIGN MUSIC.

re fighting now together, with a purpose pnre and true. They're bound to win the battle, they’re bound to gain the day, With Hancock and English and Danders and Gray. Cborus— Hoist up the flag of the red, white and blue, For Haucoek the patriot and brave cemmander too; Hoist up the flag with not a star erased, With Hancock commander, it ne’er can be disgraced. We'll gather from the hillside, we’ll gather from the plain; We’ll heed not the sunshine, neither mud nor rain. We’ll gather round the banner of Landers and Gray; With such noble leaders, we’re bound to win the day. Chorus— Hoist up the flag of the red, white and blue, For Hancock the patriot and brave commander too; Hoist up the flag with not a star erased, With Hancock commander, it ne’er can be disgraced. From the everglades of Florida to the unsaltod seas, The banner of Hancock is flying in the breeze. From golden California to old Virginia's shore Tho people are aroused as they never were before. Cbobus— Hoist up the flag of the red, white and blue, For Hancock the patriot and brave commander too; Hoist up the flag with not a star erased, With Hancock commander, it ne’er can be disgraced. When Hancock’s elected, he’s bound to take his seat; The electoral fraud they dare not repeat. For he’s commanding soldiers who wore the gray and blue, Who are bound and determined to see him safely through. Chorus— Hoist up the flag of the red, white and blue, For Hancock the patriot and brave commander too; Hoist up the flag with not a star erased. With Hancock commander, it ne’er can be disgraced. Our Next President. AN ACROSTIC. Winfield Scott Hanoock is his name—our Leader brave and true; In war the “Hero” he displayed, a man who core the blue, Now, when the war was over, and all was more serene, From Lonisiaina’s soil he proclaimed “the civil law supreme.’’ In the North, in the South, in tho East, in the West, Each loves him the most who knows him the best; Loved by all who admire a “pure man’s” worth; Devoted to his country from the day of his birth. Some to find, have endeavored time and again, Corruption in our hero, though always in vain. Oh! how we await for November, when we can say That Hancock and English have carried the day; Then we will join in one, an immense procession, Hurrahing and torching in rapid succession. And now countrymen all, irrespective of party, Now enlist for Hancock with a will that’s hearty. Call it what you may—perhaps a great feat— On March fourth (if elected) “he will take hie seat” Come then with us—thank God for the bright array— Kindred then united, then the Blue with the Gray. Atlanta, Oa., July 19, I*Bo, Julius Mirko.

A Veteran’s Tale. [Tune: “Field of Monterey.”] A hundred guns—yes fifty more — Rained down their shot and shell As if, from out its yawning door. Drove the red blast of haii. The hiss! the crash! the shriek! the groan! The ceaseless iron hail! All this for half the day. I own H made the stoutest quail. Chorus.— All this for half the day. I own It made the stoutest quail. -war Butsudden, far to left, we heard The band strike up; and 10l Full in our front—no breath was stirred— Came Hancock, riding slow. As slow as if on dress parade, All down the line to right And back again. By my good blade. Was ever such a sight. Chorus.— And back again. By my good blade, Was ever such a sight. We lay at length. No ranks could stand Against the tempest wild; Yet on he rode, with hat in hand, And looked, and bowed, and smiled. V hatever fears we had before Were gone. That sight, you know, Just made us fifty thousand more, Al! hot to face the foe. Chobus.— Just made us fifty thousand more, All hot to face the foe. You've beard the rest. How on they came Earth shaking at their tread; A cheer; our ranks burst into flame; Steel crossed; the foe had fled. Yet still that dauntless form 1 see, Still riding down the line, Was ever deed of chivalry So grand, eh, comrade mine? Chorus.— Was ever deed of chivalry So grand, oh, comrade mine? —By an original Republican. Shinning Around. [Tune: “Bobbing Around.’’] To Washington Jim Garfield went, A shinning around, around, around ; Yet soon he owed a bill for rent, ■*, ’Though he went shinning around. Oakes Ames had a presentiment, So be went shinning around, around, To find a place for an investment, Oh, he went shinning around. De Golyer had a wooden pave, And he went shinning around, around, To manage a governmental shave, Oh, he went shinning around. He wanted a man with full intent, So he went shinning around, around, Ere James.was,found some time he spent, And so kept shinning around. They tried to make Garfield repent, But he kept shinning around, around, And swore that he was innocent, As he kept shinning around. Then Poland he was not content. As he went shinning around, around, With Jimmy Garfield's averment, As he kept shinning around. Garfield was bribed and Garfield sinned, As he went shinning around, around ; And Oakes Ames grinned while Poland skinned, And they all went shinning around.