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Ollie H. Reifer August 1st 1864
To the UNION LEAGUE Council 24 Brooklyn, L. I.
FRIENDS of the UNION
A RALLYING SONG
AS SUNG WITH GREAT SUCCESS
BY THE TREMAINE BROTHERS.
NEW YORK
Published by HORACE WATERS, 481 Broadway.
Boston. D. Ditson @ Co. 877 Washington St.
Entered According to Act of Congress 1864 by Horace Waters in the Clerks Office of the District Court of the North (?) Dist. of New York.
FRIENDS OF THE UNION.
RALLYING SONG
Adapted to the celebrated
"PIRATES CHORUS."
Words by Mrs. M. A. Kidder. Arr'd by M. F. H. Smith.
Allegro Moderato.
1. Friends of the U-nion we greet you to night, True to the land we love; True to our Country and Lib-er-ty's right, True to our flag a-bove, Long may that Flag O'er Fort and crag, On the land on the sea, Float o'er the Brave and Free.
CHORUS.
AIR./Alto; March on Columbia to glo-ry and might, Queen of the boundless sea; Queen, Queen of the bound-less sea, Queen, Queen of the bound-less sea.
Tenor/Bass; March on Columbia to glo-ry and might, Queen of the boundless sea; Queen, Queen of the bound-less seas, Queen, Queen of the bound-less sea.
2. Hail to the Red in our Banner of Stars, Hail to the White and Blue; Hail to the loved ones now gone to the wars, Hearts that are tried and true, Honor and fame, Hallow each name, In the camp in the field, Heaven will be their shield.
(Chorus)
Rally ye freemen your Country now calls, List to the stirring cry; Strike for your children your wives and your homes, Strike for the foe is nigh, Strike soon shall cease, And joy and peace, O'er the hills and streams, Shine with their welcome beams.
(Chorus)
3. We're coming, Father Abram, one hundred thousand more, I hope a present blessing, thought perhaps a future foe; The simple terms on which we come, are hardly worth a fuss, Now, Abe, as we may father you, I hope you'll father us.
Chorus. With your promise to pay, How are you "Cousin Postage Stamps" Promise to pay-- No more Rappahannocks's.
4. We're willing, Father Abram, one hundred thousand more, Should help Our Uncle Samuel to prosecute the war, But then we want a chieftain true, one who can lead the van, Geo. B. McClellan, you all know, he is the very man.
Chorus. With his Potomac Army Grand, Peace once more will smile on us, His Potomac Army Grand, Three cheers for little Mac.
"Additional verses by G. W. H. GRIFFIN"
5. We're coming, Father Abram, one hundred thousand more, To march with gleaming bayonets upon the traitors shore, but you must give us Generals on whom can depend, And not let paper Generals, drive off our faithful men.
Chorus. With our promise to pay, How are you "Bull Run Russell" Promise to pay--"Pop goes the weasel".
6. We're coming, Father Abram, nine hundred thousand strong, With nine hundred thousand darkies, sure the traitors can't last long, with Corporal Cuff, and Sergeant Pomp, to lead us in the melee, And at their head, without a red, Our Brigadier General Greely.
Chorus. With our promise to pay, How are you "Greely's subscription list" Promise to pay--"nip up de dooden doo."
7. We're coming, Father Abram, nine hundred thousand more, With the greatest fighting hero, that lives upon our shore; He fought in all the battles won, and his name is Gen'l Greely.
Chorus. With our promise to pay, How are you "Black Brigade" Promise to pay--Three cheers for Father be!