Decatur Democrat, Volume 24, Number 19, Decatur, Adams County, 12 August 1880 — Page 14

Three Hundred and Twenty-Nine Dollars. [Tune. “They Drafted Him into the Army.”} What was it that youßold, Jim Garfield, For those ten little shares of stock? ’Twas your grip and your hold, Jim Garfield, On integrity’s solid rock. For greed of pelf you weighted yourself With the worst of diehonesty's collars, And the precious gold of truth you sold For three hundred and twenty-nine dollars. What was it you gave, Jim Garfield, For thatbr’bo which is not f?rg V t? For the yoke of a slave, Jim Garfield, You exchanged a freeman’s lot. And now ’tis no joke to wear that yoke, As stiff as Spinola’s collars; While in secret you rave to think what you gave For three hundred and twenty-nine dollars. What was it you gained, Jim Garfield, When the people’s trust you betrayed? Your hands you stained, Jim Garfield, With a stain that somehow stayed. And though Colfax praise your virtuous ways And Patterson join your extollers, Foul perjury’s stain you bear for the gain • Os three hundred and twenty-nine dollars. Porter’s Invitation to the Boys. AS BENNY BEAT BLUE JEANS, [Tune “Walker in.”l O, I have been in Washington, Where the people live in style. Where they wear the finest clothes, And visit all the while. But I’ve come to Indiana, For Governor to run, And though I can’t beat Danders, I will have a heap of fun. Then walk'ee in, walk’ee In, walk’ee in I say, Walk into the Wigwam, boys, and hear the brass band play; Walk into the wigwam, boys—pack it like sardines— For I’m bound to beat Frank Landers, As Benny did Blue Jeans. I’m as pretty an Albino, As ewr yet was made, But I fear I may be sun-struck, And so I hunt the shade; I never was a farmer, And don’t know com from wheat. But in dressing like a dandy, You’ll find me hard to beat. Then roll in, tumble in, push along I say; Crowd into the Wigwam boys, and hear the footers play; Fill up i ll the benches, boys, and climb upon the beams, For I swear I’ll beat Frank Landers As Benny did Blue Jeans. O, I thought I was an Irishman, Bo I hunted for my daddy. Then I thought I’d be a German, And wouldn’t be a Paddy. But I whirl my stout shlllelah. And I drink my lager beer. And when I make my speeches, I get upon my ear. Then roll in, pitch in, scramble in, I say, Republican donkey boys, you all know how to bray; Leap into the Wigwam, boys, you’U all know what it means, Wheh 1 use up Frank Landers As Benny did Blue Jeans. * I begin to see the daylight Through Democratic fog; Some cUI me a hairpin. And some a demagogue; To some I am a parrot. To others I’m an owl; But you bet your bottom dollar, I am no barnyard fowl. 'Then, rush in, tumble in, go rolling in, _ say; Bcrouge into the Wigwam, boys, headlong make your way. Pile in the halt and blind, boys, and everyone who seems To want to see Frank Landers beat, As Benny beat Blue Jeans. 0,1 never speak of Garfield, Nor make allusion to Oakes Ames; Republicans get frightened At the mention ot their names; The De Golyer swindle And the Credit Mobtiler Are going to play the devil With Republicans, I fear.

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But drive In, press in,hurry in, I say; Clamber in ths Wifewam, boys, you’ll find me 100 king * Colonel Btrelght and Holloway are in behind the Keen oh To hear me bounce Frank Landers As Benny bounced blue Jeans. O, I’m feeling very bad, boys; I know I’m in a fix. Tills campaign of *BO Is another *76., I wish I was in Halifax— Or beyond the sea in Flanders, « Anywhere, by thunder! ci To get away from Landers. But hie away, run away, anyway, I say, Ho you get. into the Wigwam, boys, without any more delay, So you get into the Wigwam, boys, and by your shouts and screams, Help me defeat Frank Landers, As Benny did Blue Jeans! True Patriots, I. ’ Come all you true patriots, Rally round our banner which floats on the air, The time honored banner for Freedom and Kight, The standard of Hancock is there. The clouds of dissension no star shall obscure, We’ll carry it forward to victory sure. With Hancock and English, with Hancock and English Hurrah! for Hancock and English. 11. The old Constitution our father’s designed, Which Pinckney and Hamilton punned. Which Franklin, Morris and Washington signed, And handed down to defend— We’ll honor and treasure, as onward we move. So shall we stand by the old charter we love, With Hancock and English, with Hancock and English, Hurrah! for Hancock and English. in. We’ll rally again by the flagand the law, And pledge to uphold them once more; Our well-beloved country—the land of our birth, All true loyall freemen adorn. The old Union Flag we are bound to defend, Every star on the field will stand to the end! With Hancock and. English, with Hancock and English, Hurrah! for Hancock and English, Its Light Is ShisiDg On. [Tune: “Glory, Hallelujah!”] 1. The flag of noble Hancock to the winds of heaven raise; With the flashing stars of liberty its field is all ablaze, As it marshals us to ballot in cool November days, Its light is shining on! Chobus.— Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Its light is shining on! Oh, hear the tramp of freemen marching onward to the polls; The thunder of the cheering ever all the nation rolls, God bless the burning ardorof their Democratic souls, As they go marching on! Chobus. — Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujahl . Glory, glory, hallelujah! Its light is shining on! ’ Ho! quit the desk, and quit the loom, and leave the plow afield; And be every loyal bosom with patriotism steeled; And never cease the struggle till the triumph shall be sealed, As you go marching on! Chobus. — Glory, glory, hajlelujah! Glory, glory, hrtlieinjah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Its light is shining on!

At the Front "With Hancock. Far at the front with Hancock, Down the impregnable line, Through the dark mass of the war clouds Victory used to shine.. Calmly the fearless soldier Rode and surveyed the front, Cheering and herving his comrades. Bearing the battle’s brunt. When the fierce fighting was ended, Out at the front so far, Victory then upon Hancock Smiled through the waste ofwar. Still at the front was Hnnceck, Holding the line of peace. Strong for the cause of freedom. Justice against caprice. Firmly the soldier statesman Stood for the law and right, Just as he stood for the Union Through the fierce days of fight. Now at the front rides Hancock, Leading a splendid baud, Patriots, friends of freedom, Gathered from all the land. Hail to the soldier statesman, Honored in peace and war, Surely he rides to triumph, Such as no fraud can mar. Oh, Seethe Bunners 'Wave. [Air: “Life on the Ocean Wave.”] Oh, see the banners wave Where the drums are rolling deep. Where the charging squadrons brave The battery’s deadly sweep! His eagle plumage soars As his prancing chargor speeds, The pride of the army corps. The gallant Hancock leads. Once more he leads a band Os men that are true and tried; From all the peaceful ’and Goes up a shout of pride. Three cheers for Hancock raise, Hurrah for the Army blue, And hurrah! for the civic bays That crown our English, too. The field is well-nigh wen, And over the sulph’rous gloom We see the glorious sun Leap back from his dancing plums. Thea cheers for Hancock raise Hurrah! for the Army blue. And hurrah for the civic bays That crown our English, too. Hancock is Our ManCome, rally round the good old flag. The North, South, East and West And let ail honest Democrats Who love thei r country best, Rejoice to know the t me has come When we must take our stand And shout aloud, huzza! huzza! For Hancock is our man. Chorus — We’ll give three cheers for Hancock, And three for English, too. Well gather round the good old flag— The Red, White and Blue. Prosperity will Mess our land, And God will help cur cause—- “ The Constitution as it is, The Union as It was.” We’ll let the past forgotten be. And do all that we can To choose a leader whom we love, And Hancock is our man. He is a soldier, brave-and true, And be is more than that; We know he Is an honest man, And faithful Democrat. We’ll put him in the W hlte House Chair And try an honest plan, To run this Government awhile With Hancock for our man. WiHS. Hays. I Music by Ditaon A Go.

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