American citizen. [volume] (Butler, Butler County, Pa.) 1863-1872, 1865-01-04
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Clang the Cymbal blow the trumpet!
Make a joyful noise,
To welcome in the bright ncw-year,
My gay and gallant boys.
Ye maidens sing your sweetest songs,
Ye mothers grace the scene,
Ye fathers shout, till traitors South,
Shall wonder what you mean.
All hail! the great auspicious year,
The birthday Of the free;
Its Nones and ides and Kalends all,
The year of Jubilee,
It's robes are washed in martyrs blood,
As white as virgin snow;
An olive wreath is resting light,
Upon its pearly brow
Now listen, for will be heard,
All over land and sea,
Where millions rise to shout and sing,
The anthems of the free,
Well take a retrospective view,
Concerning past affairs,
And see what hist'ry on its pages,
Unto US declares.
II.
Well-England's amicable still,
Still treating us like Brothers,
We pardon her offences past,
But woldn't, were they auothers.
True, once her lion showed his teeth,
And wore deathiike pallor,
But then, she thought discretion was,
Tire better part OF valor
And so, she "caced" it has been said,
And treated matters clever,
But kept an eye on Canada,
Lest size might scare forever
Though Mexico, still reeks with blood,
That civil war is spilling,
We meddie not--though in her cause
To fight some might be willing,
Towards her now, as in the past,
We hold the same relation;
Though scourged with transatlantic foes,
We count her still a nation.
The states Of South America.
Are, as sociable as ever,
They wish our LRjon to remain,
To be diyidcd-never
In fact the nations Of the earth,
Aud Japan; lnot excepted),
An tIcat us fair ana not one, thinks
That we should be neg iected.
All this we claim az very good,
And speaking for our credit,
You ask the cause III answer frank;
The Administration did it,
Had Lincoln proved the bastard knave,
As Copperheads desired
Each nations heart would soon have been,
With furious phrensy fired.
Then would our transatlantic friends,
Have come to join the strife,
Which, like a cankered wound, was eking
Out our nations lire
But no-lke Washington the Great,
d That glorious Chief Of old,
He would not sell his native land,
For pottage or for gold.
Our Lincoln stood the first in peace;
The first in war and then,
He stood the first in all the hearts,
OF Loyal Union men.
And on the last election day,
Was verified this truth,
That Lincoln was the peoples choice,
From hoary age to youth.
Ill.
What shall | sing? of martial deeds;
Ofelory or the grave
III sing the song of victory,
A tribute for the brave.
Our noble soldiers on the field,
Are standing like wall
To keep the foul insurgents back,
Though many OF them fall.
OF those who died martyrs death,
Where freedom leads the van,
Mark well each grave, and on it write,
Here lies a N0bie man.
Green be the grass, that DER him waves.
Let flowers the sod perfume,
And twittering birds with sylvan songs,
Shall guard his hallowed tomb
And through the hawthorn at his head,
From spring, to coming spring,
Shall gentle winds sweet waiting on,
For him requiem sing.
The opening rose shall bloom for him,
For him the wood-biue twine,
For him shall fall the yellow leaf,
From forest tree and vine.
The blazing sun shall kiss the spot,
That marks the heroes grave,
Who fought anl bled and won at last,
The freehold of the brave.
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Richmond town is doomed to fall,
Like Jericho of old,
The Ram horns now are blowing round
And Grant "lcoa'f' let 'em mould.
The seventh day is drawing near,
When all the host will shout;
The walls will tumble, eer' the Reb's
Know what they are about.
Phil. Sheridan's gallant knight,
AS all the world can see,
He can transform a dark defeat,
To glorious victory;
Can save the day when all seems lost,
Can turn his flying band,
And lead them on, a conquering host,
A safe guard for our land.