Decatur Democrat, Volume 24, Number 19, Decatur, Adams County, 12 August 1880 — Page 6

Or victory it tells — ' Os victory it tells, my boys, For Hancock’s bound to win; The people’s free, untrammelled voice, Will surely bring him in.. The Hancock fires are burning bright, Ou all the hills they blaze. Too bright and high for such a fraud As stole the seat for Hayes — As stole the seat for Hayes, my boys; And never shall we see Such fraud as four short years ago Insulted Liberty. The Hancock banner proudly waves, And greets the morning light, And round it rally those as friends Who once were foes in sight — Who once were foes in fight, my boys; But in a better day, Around the Hancock banner throng Alike the blue and gray. The Hancock men are staunch and brave, No truer anywhere, And they can boast a candidate Whose name is clear and fair — Whose name is clear and air, my buys, And onward is his course; For now the people mean to rule, In spite of fraud and force. Rock Away, Garfield. [Tune: “Rock-a-Bye Baby.”] Rock away, Garfield, high as a kite, Soon, in November, you’re bound to alight, When the vote’s taken, Garfield will fall, Down comes Arthur and platform and all. Rock away, Garfield, the day draweth near When Credit won’t save you— that is Mobilier; “Weighed and found wanting; then you will fall,” , |( Down comes Arthur and platform and. all We give you the warning; don’t let it be known. Or sure if it is, you can “call it a loan You’ll find itis true, for Garfield will fall, And down comes Arthur and platform and All. Rock away, Garfield, we wish you no ill. But the President’s chair, you never can fill, Your fraud was too groat and it causeth your fall, Now.dowu comes Arthur and platform and all. We’ll let you down gentlv Oh, jobber in stocks! , But send you our cards iu a big ballot-box; And when it is opened then Garfield will fall, So down comes- Arthur and platform aud all. —Emily H . A Campaign Carol. [Tunes “The Star Spangled Banner.”] Oh. say, have you seen the Republican dodge To get rid of Grant and to win the struggle? Don’t they make up a ticket composed of hodgepodge, - And intend to beat by an underhand juggle? Oh, a Garfield or two, with an Arthur brand new, They consider for this pleasant purpose will do; But the omen at present this trouble denotes — When they como.to count up, they won’t have enough votes! i The bright blaze of old freedom, the torchlight of fame, In the times of our old and our grand revolution, To all eyes were found shining ou John Hancock’s name, \Yl>ir.h made Freedom’s scroll a loved institution, And why should not a man of the very same clan, Who for freedom aud right has done all that he can, Take his place in George Washington’s pleasant old chair? Yes, why shouldn’t he? Falx, but we’ll soon put him there! , Winfield Hancock is here, and his record is clear; He has done every duty that his could be reckoned; And an English-man good, who all wrong has withstood, < Has consented to act as a peaceable second. We will lend him a lift to the chairs in our gift. And to humbugs and thieves give the shortest of shrift. We can do it, my boys, when we pull off our coats, And the men that wo choose will have plenty of votes.

Nor counted out wheu voted In, That fraud has been detected. Chorus — For Hancock is the man to win, English comes to aid him, Elected, too, and counted iu, , By friends who ne’er betrayed him. Hancock is the General, The brave and noble foeman, English is his sturdy pal, Their strength will yield to no man. Chorus — For Hancock is the man to win, English comes to aid him; Elected, too, aud counted in, His friends have ne’er betrayed him. The civil law he would obey. He wins our good opinion, Who, when he held the victor’s sway. Was gentle iu dominion. Chorus — For Hancock is the man to win, English comes to aid him; Elected, too, and counted in, His friends have ne’er betrayed him. Hancock is the noble man Who only bows to dmty, Then gather, Democratic clan, And bring him leyal booty. Chorus — For Hancock :s the man to win, English comes to aid him; Elected, too, and counted in. His friends have ne’er betrayed him. —Emily Hawthorne. Hancock Boys. [Tune: “Dixie."] Come, comrades, round our leader rally, Come from every hill and valiey, Look away, look away, look away, Hancock Boys! O, Pennsylvania he was born in, Early on one frosty mornin’ Look away, look away, look away, Hancock Boys! Chorus— Then three cheers for noble Hancock! Hurrah! huirah! Ye freemen all, come hear the call And cast your votes for Hancock, Hurrah! hv-rah! Hurrah for Gen’ral Hancock, Hurrah! hurrah! We’ll vote for General Hancock. Brave Hancock long ago was proven. In peace and war his name Is woven. Look away, look away, look away, Hancock boys! Republicans go “scratch your grabble,” ToWashington he’s ‘‘bound to trabble,” Look way, look away, look away, Hancock boys! Chorus —Then three cheers for noble Hancock! Hurrah) hurrah! Ye freemen alj, come hear the call, And cast your votes for Hancock, Hurrah! hurrah I Hurrah for Gen’ral Hancock, * Hurrah! hurrah! We’ll vote for General Hancock. So here’s a health to Hancock hearty, English, Landers and our party, Look away, lookmway, look away, Hancock boys? Aud us for brother James Garfield, We’ll send him off to some far, far-field! Look away, look away, look away, Hancock boysl Chorus —Three cheers for noble Hancock! Hurrah! hurrahl Ye treemenall, come bear the call, And cast your votes far Hancock, Hurrah! hurrah! Hurrah for Gen’ral Hancock, Hurrah! hurrah! We’ll vote for General Hancock.

ourselves, and assuring the world/, * That Freedom, strong freedom fears no revolution. Lplifted ou high, it salutes the clear sky, A sign that our liberties never shall die. ’Tis the banner of freedom that Heats in the air The banner that Bancock to triumph shall beari The imperial flag is all tattered and torn. No nfbre in our faces defiantly waving; Its bearers are crushed under merited scorn,' The scorn of the people whose wrath they were braving. The fatal third term has been killed in the germ Again are the people victorious and firm. And the banner still floats la the air, The banner that Hancock to triumph shall bear. The liberty br ils again sound aaot old. And send forth their music from tower and steeple To honor a man who is better than gold, A soldier, a statesman, a friend of the people. His hand and his brain, his truth without stain. The rights of the millions will firmly maintain. And the banner of freedom snail float in the air, The banner that Hancock to triumph shall bear. From North and from South, and from Hast and from West, There comes a glad cry from the heart of the Nation The simple and stainless, tha purest and best, The modest and true shall be ohiefest in station. Then discords shall cease, and a permanent peace Will show how the race of the free can increase, And the banner of freedom shall wave in the air. The banner that Hancock to triumph shall bear. The Hickory Wagon. [Tune: “Wait for the Wagon. - ’] It was a hundred years ago. Amid war’s awful storm, Our fathers fought for equal rights, And brought about reform; And now their eons are rallying Te fight for rights as dear, And sweep corruption from the land In this victorious year. Cuobus: — Then jump into our wagon. The Democratic wagon, The good old hickory wagon, And we’ll all take a ride. They tell us Garfield's honest. But that's beyond belief. For he who pockets stolen goods Must rank beside the thief; The man can not be trusted, As honest, true and brave. Who took the bribe, and then denied What Oakes Ames swore he gave. Chorus: — Then jump into our wagon. The Democratic wagon, The good old hickory wagon. And we’ll all take a ride. Theenemies we have to fight Are loaded down with spoil. They’ve stolen from the earnings Or our hard and honest toil; The weapon that we use will be The ballot —priceless boo*; And then to cleanse the Capitol, We’ll use the hickory broom. Chorus: — Then jump into the wagon. The Democratic wagon. The good old hickory wagon. And we'll all take a ride. Then rally. Sons of Freedom, To snatch from vandal hands The government you love so well — Your liberty, your lands; With Hancock, English and Reform, We’ll place the Ship of State lathe hands of honest patriots. Before it is too late. Chorus:— Then Jump into the wsgou, The Democratic wagon, The good old hickory wagon, And we'll aH take a ride.

_ '. - ? r 5“ U ” “ lc “ soon Went down, though hard they trie. To keep tke craft afloat. One sank and never rose again; The other where was het As master of a gallant ship He seeks to sail the sea. Chorus. — Then weave, ye stalwart, weavers, Corruption’s warp and weft! But why is Garfield taken, And Sehuyler Colfax left? Together they were richly bribed, Together loudly swore, Together on their brazen brows Corruption’s brand they bore. One bent his head, and veiled his eyes, And sneaked away in shame; The other, aiming higher yet, Is deaf and blind to shame. Chorus. — Press on, ye stalwart soldiers, To all corruption kind! But why is Garfield taken, And Colfax left behind? For equal crime they were condemned, Charged by the general voice; But of the sinful twain, the worst Is now his party’s choice. United in corruption’s bonds, Let both succeed or fail; But why should Schuyler Colfax sink, When Garfield rides the gale? Ohobus. — Then weave, ye stalwart weavers, Corruption’s warp and weft! And why is Garfield taken, And why is Colfax left? Hard Times. [Tune: “Royal Charlie.”] Hard times, hard times is now the cry, It conies from every quarter; The workman's wife does work and sigh. Likewise her sewing daughter: Her husband walks about the streets, And vainly seeks for work, sir; The schemer whom he daily meets. Supports Garfield and Arthur. Chorus:— Then to the rescue noble men, The times they are improving; And strike for freedom once again: The Democrats are moving. Conservative is a good name, But does not suit the party; Some Whigs may feel a little shame, We think they will work hearty; 80 take the name of Democrat, ’Twill please both North and South, sir; The East and West do all like that: The boys and girls will answer. Chorus: — Thun to the rescue noble meu, The tirues they are improving; And strike for freedom once again: The Democrats are moving. The Grautites all look very blue, ‘Officials’ at a dead lock; The ‘Sinners’ all will rally too: And work and vote for Hancock. Our colored men can not forget. Their friends they’ll ever cherish; Your wives and daughters love them yet. We’ll try and teach you English. Chorus:— Then to the rescue noble meu, The times they are improving; Ami strike for freedom once again: The Democrats are moving.

On to Victory. ]Tune: “Hold the Fort.”] Democrats, come lift your banner Upward to the sky; Hancock 'tie that leads us onward — On to victory! Bouse the clansman from their sleeping, Come o’er the hill and plain; In your hands is left for keeping Freedom’s cause again. See the hosts again are marshal’d For a fateful fray; Freemen, rouse you for the conflict, Up! and win the day! Hail our leaders, true and trusty, Hancock —honored name; Loyal to his every duty — English, free from blame.

Chobus: — Vote for Hancock, English, too. Men wo know are tried and true; Swell aloud the triumph song, Through the land the strain prolong. Hark! with loudly beating drum, bee the loyal freemen con e. And streaming forth across the sky, The flag of freedom lifted high, While from the ranks of kyal men Brave Hancock’s praise resounds again The soldier true, whose steadfast baud Led to many victories grand. Come, our chosen leader, hail, That truth and justice shall prevail. Cbobus: — Vote for Hancock, English, too, Men we know are tried and true; Swell aloud the triumph song, Through the land the strain prolong.

Rally for Hancock and for English; Come in mighly ranks unbroken, a vast victorious IJOBt, Rally for Hancock and for English. Chorus — Hurrah, boyg, for Hancock, cheer for English, too, Hing out your banners, Red, White and Blue And we 11 rally in our might, yes, we’ll rally for the rig, nt -Shouting for Hancock and for English. Come arouse, and form in line, for the day of battie s come, * Rally for Hancock and for English, We are marching to the sound of the stirring life and drum, * Rally for Hancock and for English. Chobus Hurrah, boys, for Hancock, cheer for English too And we"ll ?°n r bannerß - Red > WHite and Blue,’ ’ right- * ° Ur We ’ U rttlly f " r the Shouting for Hancock and for English. Yes, once more we’ll let the might of our native land bo shown, Rally for Hancock and for English; And once more we’ll let the will of the freeman all ba known, Rally for Hancock and for English. Chobus.— Hurrah, boys, for Hancock, cheer for English too Hing out your banners. Red, White and Blue ’ ’ And we’ll rally in our might, yes, we ll rally for the right— Shouting for Hancock and for English. Oh, our leaders they are gallant, our cause we know is just, Rally for Hancock and for English, And we know that we shall win, for in God we place our trust, Rally for Hancock and for English. Democrats, Good Demoerats[Tune: “Maryland, my Maryland.”] Our gallant Hancock is the man — Democrats, brave Democrats, To whip the whole Jim Garfield clan— Democrats, brave democrats! He is the soldier brave and true, He’ll get the gray, he’ll get the blue, He’s Just the man for me and you — Democrats, brave democrats. Yes, Hancock is of all the best, Democrats, good democrats. He'll win the East, he’ll wiu the West, Democrats, good democrats. No treason stains brave Hancock’s skirt; No rings have soiled his robes with dirt; They’ll wave no more the bloody shirt, Democrats, good democrats.

I traveled on foot and the reins I’V'van'k, And I held the mule’s tail on the boat s gang plank, .clung to that tail with such fixed intent I hat now I'm a candidate for President. A trade I learned and theology scanned, And I joined likewise the legal band. But politics I found wan my strongest game And so a Congressman 1 soon became As Congressman I followed such a goodly bent that now I am candidate for President. 1 took my bribery dividend. tvwi fi, ‘n' U , K t, “ lt H <li(ln ’ t 111 y credit extend, With all thesolemnity an oath invokes * swore that my aims were as upright as oaks. Is wore so devoutly I never got a cent That now I’m a candidate for President. Nejct with Dick Parsons I chanced to meet Who converted me to pavements abstract and concrete; As at torney I accepted a good fat fee, For arguing before my own commit-tee, bo convincing did I make that argument that now I’m a candidate for President. When first, they talked of the back-pay steal 1 pretended toopposelt with righteous zeal But while I thus dust in the people’s eyes threw I pushed through the measure aud my back pay drew pushed through that measure with such bland! ishmeut ■’hat now I’m a candidate far President. Now, Republicans all, whoever you may be If you want to rise to the top of the tree I n your youth get the chance to drive a mule And m politics bo governed by this golden ruleTake whatever you can g-t, and swear it was lent And you all may be candidates for President. Vote for Hancock. Tune: “Hail Columbia.’” See the great resistless tide. Marching onward, side by side. Its mighty waves with thuud’rous roar, Are breaking on Columbia’s shore, And million voices loud' and free, Are singing songs of victory; Fling wide, fling wide our flag afar. Gaunt every stripe, count every star, And this the song we’ll loudly sing. While full and free our voices ring: Chorus:— Vote for Hancock, English, too. Men wo know are tried aud true; Swell aloud the triumph song, Through the land the strain prolong. Send the shout throughout the land, March to victory baud in hand; Equal rights for rich ami poor — This the law that must endure; Our platform planks are strong and fair, Wflat hand to pull them down shall dare. Fling wide our bunting to the breeze From mountain range to surging seas, Let sound the chorus of our song. And chant its burden loud aud long.