Our fathers gave us liberty, but little did they dream,
The grand results that flow along this mighty age of steam;
For our mountains, lakes, and rivers are all a blaze of fire,
And we send our news by lightning on the telegraphic wire.
Chorus.—Come along, come along, &c.
Yes, we are bound to beat the nations, for our motto’s go-ahead,
And we’ll tell the foreign paupers that our people are well-fed;
For the nations must remember that Uncle Sam is not a fool,
For the people do the voting, and the children go to school.
Chorus.—Come along, come along, &c.
Wait for the Wagon.
Will you come with me, my Phillis, dear, to yon blue mountain free,
Where the blossoms smell the sweetest, come rove along with me.
It’s every Sunday morning, when I am by your side,
We’ll jump into the wagon, and all take a ride.
CHORUS.—Wait for the wagon,
Wait for the wagon,
Wait for the wagon,
And we’ll all take a ride.
Where the river runs like silver, and the birds they sing so sweet,
I have a cabin, Phillis, and something good to eat.
Come listen to my story, it will relieve my heart,
So jump into the wagon, and off we will start.