The Union! the Union! its heavenly light Cheers the hearts of the nations who grope in the night,

And, athwart the wide ocean, falls gilding the tides,

A path to the country where Freedom abides! Division! no, never! &c.

The Union! the Union! in God we repose; We confide in the power that vanquished our foes,

The God of our fathers,-oh still may He be The strength of the Union, the hope of the free! Division no, never! &c.

THE DASHING WHITE SERGEANT.

IF I had a beau for a soldier who'd go,

Do
you think I'd say no?-no, no, not I!
When his red coat I saw, not a sigh would I draw,
But I'd give him "eclat" for his bravery!
If an army of Amazons e'er came in play,

As a dashing White Sergeant I'd march away! March away! march away! march! march away!

When my soldier was gone, do you think I'd take on,

Sit moping forlorn? no, no, no-not I!

His fame my concern, how my bosom would burn, When I saw him return, crowned with victory! If an army of Amazons, &c.

THE BOYS OF UNCLE SAMU'L.

BY H. ANGELO.

Air-The Hunters of Kentucky.

How are you all? Say, am you well?
I'm here, and that's no pity;

I work for Uncle Sam-u-el,

And guess I'll sing a ditty.

I've marched some miles beneath his flag,
And guess that I stood by it;
Like Uncle's boys, I never lag,

And wouldn't even try it.

O Uncle Sam, the boys of Uncle Samu'l!
O Uncle Sam, the boys of Uncle Samu'l!

We are a jolly set of boys,

In camp or in the field, sirs;
No care or sorrow us annoys,
We'll die, but never yield, sirs.
Down 'pon the foe we come like bricks,
We do, in great communion;
We've hearts like those of Seventy-Six,
And won't give up our Union.
O Uncle Sam, &c.

I s'pose you've read in history some,
How we flogged the British
When their big armies here did come,
In hopes to make us skittish.
Columbia's sons then thought it fun,
And larnt them all a lesson,
Led on by General Washington,
We gave the foe a dressin'.
O Uncle Sam, &c.

Then in a few years arter that,

The same foe came again, sirs,
But General Jackson soon went at,
And paid them for their pains, sirs.
We'd but a wooden navy then,

Yet whipped them 'pon the deep, sirs;
And now we've iron-clads, and men
Who will its honor keep, sirs.
O Uncle Sam, &c.

Jis' so we'll flog Secesh and all,
Both foreign and domestic;
Jis' so we'll throw our shot and ball,
To guard our flag majestic.
To all its Stars-that's thirty-four,
We'll add-but no subtraction;

For friends who knock, we've open door,
But foes, we're up for action.
O Uncle Sam, &c.

THE UNION MAN.

BY H. ANGELO.

Air-The Ham Fat Man.

ATTENTION give, I'll sing a song,
Which I've in store for you;
I want you all to 'gree with me,
And hear my verses through.
I have the Union now at heart,
And love to sing its name;

A straight and genuine I am,
And wish all were the same.

Union, Union, shout it through the van,
Union, Union, come out every man,
Save our land of freedom, I'll bet you,
boys, we can;

Let every honest heart proclaim,
He's a Union man.

War to the knife on all our foes,
Though to the hilt 'tis pushed,
Till all rebellion from our land
Be for ever crushed.

We want no halfway customers,
But solid hearts and true;
Men who glory in that flag,
The Red, the White, and Blue.
Union, Union, &c.

Show traitors we've a government,
Show them that we have laws;
Our Eagle yet is soaring high,

The emblem of our cause.

What though defeat comes now and then,
Let's at them o'er again,

And blow for blow be given them,
Our Union to maintain.

Union, Union, &c.

I am no prophet, but I think

(At least we Yankees guess), Though our foes may push us some, I'm sure we'll stand the press. Over one United Nation.

Our flag shall wave again,

Triumphant as in bygone years,
Both on the land and main.
Union, Union, &c.

LIKE A THOUSAND OF BRICK.

BY H. ANGELO.

Air-Darling Old Stick.

I CRAVE your attention, pray grant me this boon,
And I'll sing a new song to a very old tune;
To the flag of our Union, boys, let us all stick,
And come down 'pon its foes like a thousand of
brick.

Huzza, my boys, then, for the Union,
Huzza, my boys, then, for the Union,
Stand we will, boys, in communion,

For our Union, our flag, and our laws.

"Tis for our loved country we battle, my boys, Be the foe who they may, they will find we're no

toys;

But with hearts true as steel we'll charge on 'em

quick,

And they'll think they've upon 'em, a thousand of brick.

Huzza, my boys, then, &c.

Our government's firm, we'll have the world know,

To none we'll succumb, and none shall o’erthrow, But when we miss fire, our flints we'll soon pick, And down on them again like a thousand of brick.

Huzza, my boys, then, &c.