FREEMEN, BANISH ALL YOUR FEARS.
BY R. M’N.
Air—“Scots Wha Hae.”
Freemen, banish all your fears,
Lo! the promised morn appears,
Long foretold by Freedom’s seers—
Lincoln takes the field.
Victory flashes in his eye,
Speaks in every battle-cry,
Rings along the vaulted sky,
Blazes on his shield.