Decatur Democrat, Volume 24, Number 19, Decatur, Adams County, 12 August 1880 — Page 13

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No More Use ffor You. [Tune: “Kingdom Coming.”] Oh. darkies, hab you read de papers, Oh, darkies, did you bear, How Garfield’s ben a cuttin’ up capers, And bis Credit is—Mobilier. He ’teqdsto.be bo drefful honest When a Congressman was ha; He helped to swindle the government, ’Cause he got a great, big fee. A Garfield true? ha, ha! No, Garfield, you won’t do, You can't fool darkies dis time, suah, Dey has “no mo’ use for you.’’ Dey say de darkeys is der brudders, (It’s jest like eatin’ crow) Dey lub dar folks—especially der mudders, Oh, yes, dey lub dem so. Dey promise eberyting so cibbel, Like a promissory note, Den treat dem like de berry debble, When dey hab got der vote. Republicans? ha, ha! No, Garfield, you won’t do, You can't fool darkies dis time, suah, Dey has “no mo' use for you.” —E. H. The People are Coming. [Tune: “The Campbells are Coming.”] Our banners are floating, hurrah! hurrah! And soon we’ll be voting, hurrah! hurrah! The bannercare floating for Hancock so true; To lead us to voting, hurrah! hurrah! They lead the loyal and true; Unite the gray and the blue; Now marshal tbe army for Hancock and English, With votes that will carry them through. Our banners are floating, hurrah! hurrah! And soon we’ll be voting, hurrah! hurrah! The banners are floating for Hancock so true. To lead us to voting, hurrah! hurrah! Lead to the thick of the fight; . Then gather beneath them to-night; Aye, marshal the army for Hancock aud English For we know they are sure to do right. Our banners Are floating, hurrah! hurrah! They load us to voting, hurrah! hurrah! The banners are floating for Hancock so true, To lead us to voting, hurrah! hurrah! We will lift our standard high; Fraud and tyranny must die; Then marshal the army for Hancock and English And before us the foeman must fly. Oir ban hurrah! hunrah! They lead us to voting, hurrah! hurrah! The banners' are floating for Hancock and English, To lead us to voting, hurrah! hurrah! We will let the tyrants know, As we deal them blow for blow, Tt at tbe people will rally for Hancock so true, And Republicans surely must go. —Emily Hawthorne. The People’s Choice. • Hi' [Tune: “Battle Cry of Freedom."] The people now are rising—rising in their might, Rallying for Hancock and English; The warrior and the statesman defend the people’s right— The people’s choice is Hancock and English. Chorus.—Harrah for Pennsylvania; hurrah, boys, hurrah! Tba State that gives a Hancock first in peace or war; And hurrah, the Hoosier statesman, a leader born, is he— English, the son of Indiana. The warrior and the statesman—the blue and gray unite Battling for Hancock and English. Their honor is untarnished; their reeord clear end bright— The people’s choice is Hancock and English. Chorus.— Hurrah for Pensylvania; hurrah, boys, hurrah; The State that gives a Hancock first in peace or war; And hurrah, the Hoosjer statesman, a leader born, is he— English, the sou of Indiana.

CAMPAIGN MUSIC.

They never robbed the Government with a De Golyer pave — J L. J Rallr then for Hancock and English; They were trying for the people the Government to save. And the people’s choice is Hancock and English. Chobub.— Hurrah for Pennsylvania; hurrah, boys, hurrah! The State that gives a Hancock first in peace or war; And hurrah, tbe Hoosier statesman, a leader born, is he — English, the son of Indiana. —Emily HawthorneBally Soldiers. [Tune: “Yankee Doodle.”] Now rally, soldiers, East and West, And from the North and South, boys, The Democrats have named the men For whom to take our oath, boys. Chorus.— Rally, comrades, hear the call, To the rescue, fly, boys; Tbe chieftains, they, above them all For whom to fight or die, boys. • Fling out our banneis, near and far. And 'neath it firmly stand boys; Our flag that never lost a star. When Hancock led the van, boys. Chorus. — With pride we follow where he leads, Where’er his standard waves, boys; And swear to conquer tyranny— Aye, swear we won’t be slaves, boys. Chorus.— For Kansas, and Nebraska, too; Our English won the day, boys; Dissension healed by compromise And that was no child’s-play, boys. . Chobub.— He is the poor man's friend, indeed; His judgment ever clear, boys; He never tailed in time of need— And never will, don’t fear, boys. Chorus.— ’ * A (gilii. fl . Ulf I J The North and South, fraternal meet As loyal friend and brother, boys; And with the East and West unite, Dishonest schemes to smother, beys. Chorus.— D. A Bapublican Letter. [Air; “Wearing of the Green.”] Oh! Jimmy dear, and did you hear Tbe news that’s going round? They say—and truthfully I fear— Your record is not sound. They state and prove you took a bribe— Oh! ’tis most sad to see. And wbat is more, they charge you, too, With wilful perjury. Cho. —Oh! Jimmy, Jimmy Garfield, How could you do the deed? Unto the Scriptures you have taught You should have given heed. But it’s too late for worldly good If you should now repent, And through your sins that Hancock man Will be the President. Oh! Jimmy, dear, it seems so queer You couldn’t do what’s right, You ought to know a President Is not made in a night. And when a man’s a candidate His record must be clear. Not for a week or month or two. But really every year. Oho. —Oh! Jimmy, Jimmy Garfield, You took that salary, too, You’ve done those things the church book says That you ought not to do; And though the tears roll down my cheeks In sorrow for your sin. I’ll have to vote for Hancock, too. For be is sure to win.

Clear the Track. [Tune: “Old Dan Tucker.”] James A. Garfield took a big fee. And grabbed an extra salarie. And then, hie base transactions known, He held up his hand and swore it was a loan. Chorus:— , Clear the track, Hancock's coifiing; Clear the track, English is coming— They never took a bribe nor grabbed a salary, The men who lead the great Democracy. James A. Garfield’s record isn’t clear, For he got mixed up in Credit Mobilier, And then be thought the fault to condone When he held up his hand and swore it was a loan. Chorus: — Clear the track, etc. We don’t want a president who for pelf Will rob his country or sell himself. Accepting a dividend of stock he darsent own, He holds up his hand and swears it was a loan. Chobub:— Clear the track, etc. Tbe little sum of dollars, three twenty-nine, Was cutting job work down pretty fine. The dishonest party must be overthrown That puts forth a candidate that swears it was a loan. Chobub:— Clear the track, etc. —Emily Hawthorne. True Democracy[Tune: “Johnny Comes Marching Home.”] From North to South, from East to West, Hurrah! Hurrah! O’er all the land by wrong oppressed. Hurrah! Hurrah! We greet the standard bearers now, We pledge them with united vow From camp and hall, from field and plow, In true Democracy. The “bloody shirt” we do not wave, Hurrah! Hurrah! For strife is buried in the grave. Hurrah! Hurrah! With garments clean, and record clear. United, we have nought to tear, While joined in brotherhood sincere, Os true Democracy. For Hancock is the name to win, Hurrah! Hurrah! He’s marching on, he will march in, Hurrah! Hurrah! And English too, an honest man, Above reproach—his life we scan— Will help to reunite the clan. Os true Democracy; Fer Hancock brave, and English true, Hurrah! Hurrah! Will reunite the gray and blue, Hurrah! Hurrah! So fling the starry banner out, A.nd welcome with a joyoussbout, The names that put the foes to rout, And loin Democracy. —Emlily Hawthorne. Battle Bong of the Democracy. [Tune: “John Brown’s Body.”] At last the glorious promise of a victory for the right Is dawning on the Nation from tbe dark and gloomy night Os misrule and oppression, and we on oar banners write— And Hancock's marching on. As a leader of our armies he was tried and ever true; He has won the admiration of our gallant boys in blue, And the Nation will not now forget to thank him as is due— And Hancock’s marching on. And now to higher station he, our gallant chief, we call; For our foes, with fear and trembling, read the writing on the wall. Thou art weighed and, aye, found wanting, and right triumphs as they fall— And Hancock’s marching on.