In trying to make good bread from bran,
From worthless metal a weapon keen?—
Abraham Lincoln, find us a man!
“O, we will follow him to the death,
Where the foeman’s fiercest columns are!
O, we will use our latest breath,
Cheering for every sacred star!
His to marshal us high and far;
Ours to battle, as patriots can
When a Hero leads the Holy War!—