Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1846-06-11


the world, during the session Of the last Legisla-
ture If that party can rise into power by hue
and cry against the Temperance law, we shall
probably see the hood-gates thrown open, and
every man exalted to the dignity of licensed
rHmScIler. They are now calling upon the peo-
pie, IN the name of Liberty, to arise and sweep
such an oppressive Act from the Statute Book
we have thought they might very properly be
imagined to ride up to the Polls, next Monday
morning, from all points of the compass sing
ing, as their numbers swell from every road they
cross, the following
Raaying Cry of the Democratic Party
Come rally, come rally, ye Democrats all,
Haste, haste, at our summons and Join the loud call
From each tavern and grog-shop those hatch-ways of
He'll,
Stagger forth to the standard our chorus to swell.
Come rally, come rally, ye old party hacks,
From the field of defeat where we lie on your backs
Come, ye seekers for office, ye lovers of power,
If ye e'er go to glory, this, this is the hour.
Come rally, come rally, ye lovers of rum
Ye tpplers ye soakers, ye red-noses, come;
lfye can't leave the bottle, then bring it along,
And strain your hoarse voices to echo our song.
Come rally, come rally, ye topers of cider,
Ye have stretched your mouths open. but stretch
them wider;
Ye Slippers of wine and ye tippers of toddy,
Who hold that ga little won't hurt anybody"
Come rally come rally, and shout for our party;
We're enlisted for rum, and we go it right hearty.
If men talk of the pledge turn your backs and don't
heed 'em,
But flock unto US, since we rally for Freedom
Come rally come rally we love freedom we'll
The freedom to drink, and the freedom to SELL
Democracy's badge is the worm of the still,
Its license to andsharks is bite, though you kill"
Then rally, then rally, our watchword shall be,
"Rum, Rum Rum, forever, and then, Liberty"
So up to the baIot-box haste with your votes,
Bawlng "rum, blessed rum" till you burst all your
throots
The tune of the Wing party, would be some
what different and perhaps more difficult to
sing 1t was Wing legislature that passed
the law which they now refuse to father Wheth-
er they mean to upnold the law or to annuI it, is
hard to say Probably, an open, publicly avow-
ed determination to sustain it, would divide the
party, while it is certain that an express resolu
ton to repel it would drive from their ranks
some of their noblest champions. Under these
circumstances, they must blow hot and cold
We have thought their song, to be sung in low
whisper, might read as follows:
Song Of the Wing Party,
Softly, BRETHREN softly pass the word from man to man
In whisper, gently summon every member of our
clan
he tectoaller and the drrpkara must both enter in
our ark,
SO uras show their faces, tell the fellows to keer
dark.
Softly, brethren, softly, whisper low that none may
hear,
We all opposed to license, but we tell it in youl
ear;
If we raise the Temperance banner, it would sink ou
glorious bark,
So them brethren for the party entrcat you to keeI
dark.
Softly brethren, sofly-wth teetotallers, bless the
law; ... ......
Before the topers, curse it, or try to pick flaw;
But with topper teetoalle still forget to remark
That otis not party question" So be careful tt
keep dark
Softly, brethren, softly it will task your sharpest sense
While so many eyes are watching, to keep both side
Of the fence;
If we make the slightest bunder, some unbroken WHEEL
will bark,
And betray us in our juggcs. So we beg you to keel
dark
Softly brethren, softly, on your care the cause depends
And the triumph of our party for all tricks will maxi
amends;
There's magazine beneath us would be kinded by
spark,
But we'll scape the Loco powder, by the caution tt
keep dark.
Softly, brethren, SOFTLY for we have Natures boon
OF our wsest party tactics, an example in our coon
w men lie CLIMBS Lne Tree ABOVE them, all IN VAIN TN
hunters bark,
For the fellow learns of nature, as we must learn,
keep dark.
Softly BRETHREN softly, gently coax the Temperate
men,
Coax the loafer in the gutter coax the vender in hi
den;
When at last party trumphs, we'll sing gaily a
o the lark,
But till then we whisper softly, and we charge 20
: STILL keep dark.
d We mean to listen, next Monday morning lo
e the echo of these strains. We expect TO hea
the first reverberating among the hills from
+ thousand stentorian throats, while the air aroun
;, shall be laden with all odors from bright chan
e palgn to musty ale.
The other will come in soft notes, like tn
" merInaids song, while the perfume ofcloyes an
e sweet flag will salute the oIfactories, overpowe