ABE OF ILLINOIS.
From many a freeman’s home and hearth
There comes a shout of joy,
(Who loves a soul of genuine worth,)
For Abe, of Illinois.
No servile politician he—
“True gold, without alloy;”
Unanimous our vote will be
For Abe, of Illinois.
No! not for party—not for spoil
Will he his gift[A] employ,
But for his country’s good will toil,
Our hero once was short of pence,
An humble farmer’s boy,
We know he’ll teach us how to “Fence—”
“Old Abe,” of Illinois.
To fence the Union all around
He’ll work—he will not toy;
The cause is earnest and profound,
For Abe, of Illinois.
[A] The highest gift of the Nation—the office of President.