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No. 56. The Alliance goes Marching On.
The old parties are sick and laid away to die
The end of their existence is drawing mighty nigh;
To gain the people's confidence it is no use to try,
The Alliance goes marching on.
CHORUS.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
The Alliance goes marching on.
The old Shylock parties are so puffed up with sin,
We will dig a deep grave and drop them in;
They are so dreadful rotten they'd never pay to skin.
The Alliance goes marching on.
Chorus.
We will throw off the tariff, no time we have to lose,
And cheapen all the products the toilers need to use.
O'er the world by lightning will flash the glorious news
The Alliance goes marching on.
Chorus.
The grand old boodle parties are fading fast away,
The toilers of our nation will no longer be their prey, —
Looking fondly forward to that bright and happy day
The Alliance goes marching on.
Chorus.
The farmers and mechanics, as they greet the coming morn,
See plainly how the bosses had filched their wine and corn.
Now with united efforts a new party will be born.
The Alliance goes marching on.
Chorus.
C. S. WHITE, Halstead, Kan.