Scott and Willie.

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TUNE -- ROYAL CHARLIE.

The news from all parts of the land
Makes Pierce and King look silly;
For every post that comes to hand
Brings luck for Scott and Willie.
Come o'er the plain, in sun or rain,
Or if the roads be hilly,
Come on with speed, true to your creed,
The creed of Scott and Willie.

CHORUS -- Draw on your leathers and mount your feathers,
Leave plow in the furrow,
And trade in the boro',
To choose the best in all the land,
The gallant Scott and Willie.

Then sons of men who made the tea
And fought like braves at Bunker,
And Yankee folks from Maine to York,
Grey head and gallant younker,

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Draw on your leathers and mount your feathers,
You're not the lads to tarry,
When men of steel, who think and feel
Are up for Scott and Willie.

CHORUS -- Draw on, &c.

The Empire's countless sons are out,
From Ocean's shores to Erie,
From Hudson's banks and Mohawk's vales,
The men that never weary.
To arms they gather, in spite of weather,
A glorious end to carry,
The country's cause, the land of laws,
Led on by Scott and Willie.

CHORUS -- Draw on, &c.

The Pennsylvania farmers come,
A corps of honest fellows,
And miners leave their mountain home,
And furnacemen their bellows.
Around they gather, in spite of weather,
Their lawful rights to carry;
Protection fair, with wealth a share,
Are safe with Scott and Willie.

CHORUS -- Draw on, &c.

Bold Delaware is up in arms,
New Jersey full of fight, Sir,
And Maryland is true and strong,
The Old Dominion's right, Sir.
In spite of weather, they rush together,
Broad seals on banners airy;
In glory float, as rings the shout --
Hurra for Scott and Willie.

CHORUS -- Draw on, &c.

The Pukes and Hoosiers spring to arms,
The Wolverines are nigh, Sir,

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And trusty Buckeyes pick the flint,
To fight -- again to try, Sir.
They're out together, in worst of weather;
No man will camp or marry,
Till safe and sound the country's sound,
In trust of Scott and Willie.

CHORUS -- Draw on, &c.

A nation's shout is thundering out,
From Mars' Hill to Cape Sable,
And sea gods quail as booms the hail,
And quake the mountains stable.
They wave the feather, they cry together,
Till rocks the eagles eyrie,
And city domes and forest homes,
Resound for Scott and Willie.

CHORUS -- Draw on, &c.