Let all weak-minded men go ranting about,
Let strong-minded women mend stockings,
But let 'em remember when daddy is out,
Their dear little babies want rocking;
Let Congressmen brawl, fight duels, and all,
'Tis the public time they are killing,-
But eight dollars a day, for nothing, I say,
Is rather too much for a shilling.

It's rather too much, &c.

The shackles of party no longer let's own,
Aside let us cast them forever,

Though seeds of secession abroad have been sown,
Acknowledge such nonsense we'll never.
By our Constitution, our laws, and our Union
let's stand,-

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Though our enemies are constantly drilling, Let's down with the traitors who'd sever our

land,

For it's rather too much for a shilling.

It's rather too much, &c.

OLD INDEPENDENCE HALL.

[By permission of the Publisher, W. H. Coulston, 147 North Eighth Street.]

IN other days when this fair land
Bow'd 'neath a tyrant's will,

Men could but meet oppression's hand
With mutt'rings low and still;
But gath'ring strength as time roll'd on,
For freedom now they.call,
And anxiously await its dawn
Round Independence Hall.
CHORUS.-Old Independence Hall, thy name.

Will ne'er forgotten be,

Thou never canst outlive thy fame,
Birthplace of liberty.

Within the hall, in stern debate,

The first men of the land

Confer upon their country's fate,
A fearless patriot band:

The Bell-man sits within his tow'r,
His hand upon the Bell;

And there he waiteth for the hour,

The happy news to tell.

CHORUS.

He waited long in doubt and fear,
But now, "Ring, Bell-man, ring,'
In joyful accents meets his ear,

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Ring, Bell-man, loudly ring;"
And now peals forth the iron sound,
That spreads o'er land and sea,
While every heart hears with a bound
The birth of liberty.

CHORUS.

WASHINGTON.

[By permission of the Publisher, W. H. Coulson, 147 North Eighth Street.]

WHEN the blast of war loudly sounded, thro'out our favor'd land,

And freemen's rights were trodden down by the invading band,

Who then stept forth in holy might, and freedom's battles won ?

It was Columbia's noble born, the soldier Washington.

CHORUS. Then hail the glorious birthplace of freedom's greatest son,

And mem'ry's annual tribute pay to gallant Washingtou.

When peace like heavenly sunshine, its blessings poured around,

Made commerce cover all the seas, and golden grain the ground,

Who when the tyrant's rule was o'er, the victory proudly won,

Resigned all earthly honors like the statesman

Washington.

CHORUS.

When age on age shall have passed by, will noble deeds be told,

Of him who ever grand in peace, in war was ever bold.

Enshrined in each true loyal heart, until our life be done,

We will adore the sacred name of Father Wash

ington.

CHORUS.

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OUR WHOLE COUNTRY.

Air Bruce's Address.

WHO would sever Freedom's shrine?
Who would draw the invidious line?
Though by birth one spot be mine,
t Dear is all the rest.

Dear to me the south's fair land,
Dear the central mountain band,
Dear New England's rocky strand,
Dear the glorious west.

By our altars pure and free,
By our law's deep-rooted tree,
By the past's dread memory,

By our Washington:

By our common parent tongue,

By our hopes,bright, buoyant, young,-
By the tie of country strong,
We will still be one.

By the sacred cause of truth,
By our country's growing youth,
And our Union, aye, forsooth,

We will firmly stand:

By our father's glorious name,

And his pure undying fame,

We will stop these traitors' game,

Treason's treacherous hand.

THE UNION YOUNG AND STRONG.

Air-A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea.

To the battle, friends and countrymen,
The foe is on our shores,

His gold is with your traitors now,
And his tramp is at your doors:
Arouse and arm, and onward swarm,
With trumpet, note, and song,
For the glorious days of seventy-six,
And the Union young and strong.
Arouse and arm, &c.

With the famous deeds of famous men,
Our fathers in the tomb,
Rekindle all the olden fires

That chased the olden gloom.
Salute your foemen with a shout,
A trumpet's shout sublime,-

A people's voice which must be heard By nations and by time.

Arouse and arm, &c.

In the God who reigns in heaven above
And ever guards the just,
To shield the land we love so well,
We humbly hope and trust.
Relying firmly on his aid,

We strike our steady blows,
May the saints above seek mercy
For the spirits of our foes.

Arouse and arm, &c.