The Bennington banner. [volume] (Bennington, Vt.) 1858-1894, 1888-08-23
THE COMING CONTEST.
BY WILLIAM o BROWN,

By WILLIAM o. BROWN,
Race for the white Housed On they come .
With blare of trumpet and beat Of drum.
With flags all flying, withshout and song
OF a nation sixty millions strongi
On foamlng steeds for the White House door
They ride, the peoples chosen four
On they come with laundering tread,
General Harrison riding ahead,
Riding ahead as he rode that day
When the Rebs from ResacA hurried away
All that were left ofthe terrible fray
That was the time Joe Hooker, near,
Said, "By Godj wen make him BhgAdier,
No drawer man in the army here"
Another race meath the red, white and blue,
That his grandsire won, old Tippecanoe'
Chip Of the old block Of rippecanoe,
Soldier and statesman tried and true,
Fighting for Justice and right till won.
The battle that Lincoln and GrAut begun,
Not ended till this broad land shall be
To the voice and the vote Of all men free
Choice Of the people who snatched from the 500
Our torn flag and gave 1t to freedom and God;
A leader well fitted to guide the land
Onward and upward to heights more grand.
While rings along from the hills Of Maine
To the far Pacific the loud refrain
Get out Of the way, Old Bandana,
Clear the track for Indiana.
LookI On Southern Steed ambliug along,
Cheered by an English Free Trade throng,
Slow, like an arrow with force oil spent
Comes putting our zone term" President;
For once the people with you agree,
One term is sufficient, Grover
Never a tear would be shed IL you should
Pass into ''innocuous desuetude."
Hard the fate Of your poor steed there
Psuper labor gives pauper fare
All, you are carrying heavy load
Oyer rough and rocky road,
Your faded steed all loaded down
With packs of pamphlets fresh from the crown,
Telling Americans better 'twould be
To buy cheap goods from over the sea.
American women, children and men,
Farmer, mechanic and artisan.
Forced to compete with pauper horde,
That rich men hire for their bed and board
Better for them, but death for you,
Treasury drained by foreign crew.
Death to a country abroad to roam.
For goods her citizens make st home.
Grover Cleveland NoVember's SIM.
viii look on your Vetoes nearly done
hundred and slIty-some thirty more
Than oil the Presidents gone beforei
The brave men making country for you
All that are left OF the boys in blue,
You In their White House, saved by them
From the torch by their blood and stratagem,
- 4 IL limo t-ith
For pittance in their declining years,
And turned away With your scornful NO."
From their Treasury filled to overflow
VIII remember you then from East to West,
And vote you q quiet and lasting rest
To dream Of the flag that you love bestl
Here comes -"Seventy. lvel'
Kicking and squirting like all alive,
Whose heart was warm to his country's fees
From the first OF the struggle unto its close;
See! Covered over with handkerchiefs red
From the sole Of his feet to the crown of hi
head;
A filter emblem, that English rag
For 3 patriot like him than his country's nag;
Hank! Voices in treble and voices gruff
Cheer for Thurman and yellow Scotch snuff;
While over the land, like the roll of the sea,
The voice of the people, loud and free,
"Get out of the way, old Bandana,
Clear the track for Indiana"
Hurrah for the old flag, red, white and blue
Hurrah for the grandson Of TippecAnoe,
The boy on the banks Of ohio's wave
Who never betrayed hiding slave
Hurrah for the son of the Green Mountain State
Lavish OF wealth and good as great,