The Ship of State: Wide-Awake Song

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Title

The Ship of State: Wide-Awake Song

Subject

Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865
Campaign songs
Presidents
Presidents-election
Sheet music
Songs and music
Locke, E. W., 1818-1900
Buchanan, James, 1791-1868
Presidential candidates

Description

Lyrics depict United States as a battleship damaged over previous 4 years under James Buchanan and expresses hope for the election of Abraham Lincoln.

The Wide Awakes were organized, uniformed chapters of young men who campaigned and marched for a Republican victory in the presidential election of 1860.

Creator

E. W. Locke

Publisher

Abraham Lincoln Presidential Library and Museum

Date

1860

Contributor

Root & Cady

Format

pdf

Language

en

Identifier

301067
426057405

Coverage

Chicago

Transcription

The Ship of State.

An old melody slightly altered.

Wide-Awake Song By E. W. Locke.

Hark! hark! a signal gun is heard, Just out beyond the Fort; The good old Ship of State, my boys, is coming into port.

With shatterd sails, and anchors gone, I fear the rogues will strand her; She carries now a sorry crew, And needs a new commander

Our Lincoln is the man - Our Lincoln is the man; With a sturdy mate, From the Pine Tree State - Our Lincoln is the man

Four years ago she put to sea,

With prospects brightly beaming, her hull was strong, her sails new bent,

And every pennant streaming;

She loved the gale, she plowed the waves,

Nor feared the deep's commotion.

Majestic, nobly on she sailed,

Proud mistress of the Ocean.

Chorus. - Buchanan was the man,

Buchanan was the man,

But his four years' trip,

Leaves a crippled ship,

Buchanan was the man.

There's mutiny aboard the ship,

There's feud no force can smother,

Their blood is up to fever heat,

They're cutting down each other;

Buchanan here, and Douglas there,

Are belching forth their thunder,

While cunning rogues are sly at work

In pocketing the plunder.

Chorus. - Buchanan is the man,

Buchanan is the man,

But November's sun

Shall complete their fun,

Buchanan is the man.

Our ship is getting out of trim.

'Tis time to caulk and grave her;

She's foul with stench of human gore,

They've turned her to a slaver;

She's cruised about from coast to coast,

The flying bondman hunting,

Until she's strained from stem to stern,

And lost her sails and bunting.

Chorus. - Old Abram is the man,

Old Abram is the man,

And he'll trim her sails,

As he split the rails,

Old Abram is the man.

We'll give her what repairs she needs,

A thorough overhauling,

Her sordid crew shall be dismissed

To seek some honest calling;

Brave Lincoln soon shall take the helm,

On truth and right relying,

In calm or storm, in peace or war,

He'll keep her colors flying.

Chorus - Old Abram is the man,

Old Abram is the man.

With a sturdy mate

From the Pine Tree State,

Old Abram is the man.

For sale, wholesale only, by Root & Cady, 95 Clark street, Chicago. Twent-five copies $1. 100 copies $3 Also another Song "Strike for the

Right," by the same author, sung with rapturous applause at the immense ratification meeting in Fanuel Hall. Price same as "Ship of State."

Poetry entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1860, by E. W. Locke, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Maine.

W. H. Tobey, & Co. Music Printers, No. 5 Clark St. Chicago.


Status

Complete

Percent Completed

100

Weight

20

Original Format

2
31 cm

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