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TUNE -- Away, away, at Early Day.

AWAY, away! prepare the way,
For the fight Election-day;
For, hand in hand,
Our gallant band
Are marching on the way;
No tongue can tell
What joys will swell
Our bosoms on that day.

Away, away to the coming fray,
For our chief is on the way;
And slavery's hosts,
As pale as ghosts,
Behold him on the way;
For lo! they see,
That victory
Will be our own that day.

Away, away, in glad array,
To the battle-field away;
Our cheerful throng
Don't care a song
What ruffians block the way.
Some gentle knocks
At the ballot-box
Will scare them all away.


Away, away, prepare the way
For the fight Election day,
When Freedoms blows
And Slavery's nose
Will meet upon the way,
And ruffians ne'er
Hereafter dare
To block the freeman's way.