Will chill every popocrat's heart,
In the coming cyclone of November
We know his race will be run,
And forever and aye, oh, let him remember,
How our leader, McKinley has won."
(Great Applause.)
Will chill every popocrat's heart,
In the coming cyclone of November
We know his race will be run,
And forever and aye, oh, let him remember,
How our leader, McKinley has won."
(Great Applause.)