And loud let us shout o’er hill, mountain, and plain,
Choose “honest Abe Lincoln,” and Hamlin of Maine.
The ranks of our foes by dissensions are torn;
Their leaders are doubtful, their hopes are forlorn;
For they know well, no matter what efforts are made,
They will surely be beaten by “honest old Abe.”
Then up, sons of Freedom, etc.
Their once honored captain, Buchanan the first,
Is now by their army most utterly cursed.
On this single point they entirely agree,