FREE SOIL CHORUS.

BY J. H.
Tune—“Auld Lang Syne.”

All hail! ye friends of Liberty,

Ye honest sons of toil;

Come, let us raise a shout to-day

For Freedom and Free Soil.

For Freedom and Free Soil, my boys

For Freedom and Free Soil;

Ring out the shout to all about,

For Freedom and Free Soil.

We wage no bloody warfare here,

But gladly would we toil,

To show the South the matchless worth

Of Freedom and Free Soil.

For Freedom, etc.

Nor care we aught for party names,

We ask not for the spoils;

But what we’ll have is Liberty!

For Freedom and Free Soil.

For Freedom, etc.

Too long we’ve dwelt in party strife—

’Tis time to pour in oil;

So here’s a dose for “Uncle Sam”

Of Freedom and Free Soil.

For Freedom, etc.

Our Southern neighbors feel our power,

And gladly would recoil,

But ’tis “too late”—the cry’s gone forth

For Freedom and Free Soil.

For Freedom, etc.

Then let opponents do their best

Our spirits to embroil;

No feuds shall e’er divide our ranks

Till victory crowns Free Soil.

For Freedom, etc.

They’ve called us “sisslers” long enough—

We now begin to boil,

And ’ere November shall come round,

We’ll cook them up Free Soil.

For Freedom, etc.

Then let us sing God bless the free,

The noble sons of toil,

And let the shout ring all about,

Of Freedom and Free Soil.

For Freedom, etc.