For the weight of a slave aint a feather
When Freemen get into the scale.
Every friend of our own “Gallant Harry,
The Star of the West,” has declared
The coming election they’ll carry,
For every true man is prepared.
For “Protection” the party will rally,
“Free homes for the homeless,” as well,
Then we’ll hear every mountain and valley
Ring forth to “Free Trade” its death-knell.