AIR—Rosin the Bow.
Come all ye true friends of the nation,
Attend to humanity’s call;
Come aid the poor slave’s liberation,
And roll on the liberty ball—
And roll on the liberty ball—
Come aid the poor slave’s liberation,
And roll on the liberty ball.
The liberty hosts are advancing—
For freedom to all they declare;
The down-trodden millions are sighing—
Come break up our gloom of despair.
Come break up our gloom of despair, &c.
Ye Democrats, come to the rescue,
And aid on the liberty cause,
And millions will rise up and bless you,
With heart-cheering songs of applause,
With heart-cheering songs, &c.
Ye Whigs, forsake slavery’s minions,
And boldly step into our ranks;
We care not for party opinions,
But invite all the friends of the banks—
And invite all the friends of the banks, &c.
And when we have formed the blest union
We’ll firmly march on, one and all—
We’ll sing when we meet in communion,
And roll on the liberty ball,
And roll on the liberty ball, &c.