Semi-weekly North-Carolina standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1852-1853, 1852-07-14
For the Standard.
REPUBLICAN, RALLY.

And freedoms anthem sing.
Republicans at Baltimore
These noble leaders named; T.
Then let their names from shore to shor6
BY treeRen be proc tanned.
Herrah! HuFrah Hurrah!
For the ga.haRt Pierce and King!
And your ancient banner to the bfeez
Once more ye freemen fling.
'Tis net to scenes of blood and death,
Against no foreign foe ..
We rush with hot and fiery breath
To deal the deadly blow;
But queilipg domestic storm,
False principles to slay. ....-
That would this happy land deform
That we so forth to-day.
Hurrah Harrah &c.
We are no slaves to cringe and fawn
At foot of mortal man,
But honor we will buckle on,
And place them in the van
OF freedoms sons, the good and truOy
Who valiantly uphold
The principles beeueathed to you,
By buried siFes of old.
Hurraht hurrah! sc.
Man-worship is among the lot
Of errors we would quell;
We bow not at the shrine of Scott,
But ever will rebel
Against the Whiggish sentiment
Of idolizing men,
AS if direct from glory sent
Resist it now and then.
Hurrah! Hurrah 6Sc.
IT'S not as heroes they are placed
Before your wondering eyes,
With sycephaRtic heaors graced
(Such slaves they would despise,)
But as the ensigns brave who beaS
Aloft our banner bright,
Inscribed with principles that are
Immutable as light.
Hurrah ! HurrahI &c.
The principles our fathers loved
In glorious days long past
Fhe same by which so strongly moved,
Their fate they boldly cast
Upon the wild and stormy sea,
And sought this distant land,
Where once more as brave men and free
they fearlessiy might stand.
Hurrah! Hurrah sc.
The principles of seventy-six,
BY the true Wings procl limed-
Wings who would now disdain to mix
With those so falsely named
The principles for which they stood,
On many hill and plain,
Or shed their bosom's dearest blood,
And fell among the slain.
Hurrah! Hurrah! &c.
The principles of ninetv-eight,
By Jefferson maintained,
When our loved land from threatened fate,
Was saved by victory gained;
A victory that destroyed, they say,
The foes of freedom, so
That years passed by in peace ere they
Recovered from the blow.
Hurrah! Hurrah &c.,
But time works i'll as we'll as good,
And silently they wrought,
These Wings, their schemes, till like flood
Danger again they brought
And threatened ruin to our land,
Till Freedoms sons arose
With Jackson's name to head their band,
And quelled again their foes.
Hurrah! Hurrah! &c.
The wiley foe once more prevailed
By their insidieas arts,
With cabins and coon-skins assaiied
The peoples trusting hearts;
The sen'ineIs who should have barred
Their access to the State,
Druak with hard cider. lost their guard
And opened wide the gate.
Hnrrah Hurrah &c.
The "Hickory Tree" beneath whose shade
Our country had recfiued.
Heavy with years was PROSTATE laid,
By the relentless wind !;
But young sprout beside his trunk
Had sprung with vigorous growth,
And freedmen felt their rising spunk,
And seized it with oath
Hurrah ! Hurrafr &c.
They swore to sooner lose their life
Than Whiggery shoHld maintain,
Without severe and vigorous strife,
Their bold, dishonest gain.
The hickory sprout they named JAMES POLK,
And with it quelled once more
The foe.-and Whiggery's empire broke
Upon our happy shore.
Hurrah! Hurrah &c.
But once again, with treacherous scheme,
Has Whiggery gained the State,
1,ulled Us in deceitful dream,
While dark impending Fate
Threatens our happy land to fA
With civil discord Wild,
Where millions will each other kill
The father STAY the child.
Hurrsh Hurrah! &c.
This happy land, so best and fresr
Admired by all abroad,
No longer will united be
The prey Of force and fraud; ....
The glorious sun that rose so bright,
Upon its early time,
Will set upon eheeFless night
OF sorrow and Of crime.
Hurrah Hurrah, &c.
Then freemen TO the rescue come,
Your country claims your aid,
With PIERCE and KING to save your home,
1t needs no bloody blade.
at baltimore,
These noble leaders named,
Then let their names from shore to shore,
By freemen be proclaimed.
Hurrah! HuFrah HurrahG
Fer the gallant PIERCE and KIEs.
And your ancient banner to the breeze,
Once mole ye freemen fling.
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