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Wide-awakes. The irrepressible’s
We’ll give you now our campaign song:
Go it, boys, while you’re young;
Away, away, away, away.
Breckinridge can’t command.
He’s exiled off to Dixey’s Land,
The major there may drill his men,
For the presidency may say: amen
Bell and fusion here and there;
We’ll crack that Bell, I do declare:
Douglas now has found his mother,
After so much fuss and bother:
Stephen, Stephen, tell me, pray,
Did you really loose your way
I wanted mother for to see
The chance I stood for Presidency:
Alas, alas, it is no go;
For President I make no show:
At my barbacues and clam bakes
My only fears are Wide-awakes:
My stumping tour is nearly done,
And Abe will be in Washington:
Morgan governor’s chair shall fill,
He has energy, tact, and skill:
Old Tammany and Mozart Hall
Will soon have their death call:
Democrats may laugh and titter;
Lincoln is a good rail-splitter:
Democrats with stout arms,
Vote for Linclon and free farms!
All agree, with one assent,
Lincoln will be president: