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Freedom's Battle-CrySongs performed by: Valerie Gordon, Michael Pokorny, Spencer Savoie, and Mark Travis.
1. Hark! 'tis Freedom's battle-cry,
Pealing over hill and glen,
Thrilling upward to the sky,
Hear it! Ye who would be men.
Ye who love the true and right,
Honest rule, and equal laws,
Gather, gather in your might;
Strike again for Freedom's cause.
2. Like the voice of meeting floods
Rushing downward to the sea,
Like the roar of wind-toss'd woods
Sounds the toc-sin of the Free!
Rock, and tree, and mountain crest,
Echo to its glad refrain,
From the prairies of the west
To the farthest coasts of Maine.
3. Up--ye haters of the wrong!
Freedom calls you to the fray,
Up--and to the standard throng,
There is work for you to-day!
Hand to hand with tyrant Power
Ye must battle as ye can--
Courage! 't is the promised hour!
And it brings "The Coming Man!"
4. Sound his name from State to State,
Louder than the ocean's roar--
From Pacific's "Golden Gate"
To the far Atlantic's shore.
LINCOLN! hark, from all our coasts
Millions join the glad acclaim!
LINCOLN! leader of our hosts--
Victory is in his name!
5. How could the sufferer run the race,
Twas harder that to run his face,
Unless another leg could place
Him on his taps he could not pace.
6. At last this wise convention thought
A wooden leg "had best be bought,"
Then he could run and not be caught,
By Lincoln, whose legs are not short.
7. They screwed a leg on, made of cork,
At first he made believe he'd baulk,
But started on an easy walk,--
An soon went like a flying stork.
8. Forced onward by some unknown spell,
Faster than wild-goat or gazelle,
Over mountain, plain, and dell,
Leaving behind Everett and Bell.
9. On, on, he sped from state to state,
The swiftest running candidate,
From early morn till midnight late,
His speed did not one whit abate.
10. "Stop thief, Stop thief," the people cried;
He could not stop, in vain he tried,
The leg would go, and would not ride,
It waited not for wind nor tide.
11. He stumbled once on Bunker's hill,
Fell over Fanuiel Hall, but still,
Strode forward over forge and mill,
The leg was stronger than his will.
12. He seized the lamp-post on his way,
And lost his arm-he could not stay--
In vain he cursed the unlucky day--
By turns he'd weep, and swear, and pray.
13. With flying hair and open mouth,
Melting with heat he reached the South,
And could not halt to quench his drouth--
The masses cried, "oh gag his mouth."
14. At last he went around, around,
Rolled up his eyes, and looked profound,
When votes and leaves fall, it was found
He with his leg ran in the ground.