Old Union Wagon
Old Union Wagon.
The eagle of Columbia in majesty and pride,
Still soars aloft in glory the traitors have defied,
The flag we fondly cherish the emblem of our will.
Baptized in blood of hero's way down on Bunker Hill.
The war screech of that eagle is heard from shore to shore,
From clouds of dark rebellion our Sky is covered oe'r,
But freedom and its Sunlight shall break the gloomy pall
And scorch the brow of traitors with powder shell and ball.
King Cotton may be master of those who bend the kne
But cannot rule a people who ever shall be free,
As are the wings of heaven whoes every thought and dee
Shall eminate from Justice and not from Cotton seed.
Old "Abe," is in the Wagon and "Mac" is by his side,
While "Seward" drives the horses to take a Union ride;
While "Butler" is not idle and "Stanton" is so true,
We'll all march together with "Yankee doodle doo.
Their is none can smash this Wagon 'tis powerfull and strong,
’Tis built of pure devotion by those who hate the wrong,
Its wheels are made of freedom which patriots adore,
And the Spokes when rightly counted just number thirty four