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No. 61. The Battle-cry of Freedom.

Tune — No. 62.

Yes, we'll rally round the flag, boys, we'll rally once again,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom;
We'll vote the party-bosses out, we'll end old Shylock's reign,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.

CHORUS.
Union forever! Hurrah! boys, hurrah!
Down with the bosses who think they're the law,
While we'll rally round the polls, boys, we'll rally once again,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.

They may crack the party whip, they may cluster, they may brag —
We shout the battle-cry of freedom.
They may even make a hobby of the resubmission nag —
We shout the battle-cry of freedom.

They may try to win us back by a thousand subtile tricks,
Shouting the battle of freedom.
But they've cheated us before and we'll send 'em up "Salt Creek,"
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.

They may beat us for a while, but we're gaining on 'em fast,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom;
God is with us for the right and we'll conquer at the last,
Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.

FLORA M. JAMESON.

Any law which allows a few pampered pimps of mammon to put their hands between the sweat of any one's brow and their mouth, is corrupt, and a menace to good government. — E. S. Moore.