Come hither, come hither, for I vow and declare
You ne'er saw such sights as you'll see at our Fair;
For use or for fancy, admiration or wear,
We've ev'rything here. Will you come to the Fair?
Will you have a bride's trousseau, my tender young miss?
To get one, I'm sure there's no place like this;
Or perhaps you're in quest of something more rare,
You cannot but find it if you'll come to the Fair.
And you, my dear sir, with your pockets of gold,
With your ships, and your lands, your riches untold,
In humanity's cause, Oh! pray have a share;
Though you spend but a dime—just come to the Fair.
And you, Mr. Brummel, who ne'er went to the war,
Because you esteem'd it a "most horrid bore,"
Think of those who did go, and those who are there;
You ought to do something—then come to the Fair.
Yes, come young and old, and help swell the huge throng
That saunter delighted our treasures among;
And in the years coming you'll be proud to declare
You were one of the many who went to that Fair.
Think of those who are stretch'd on their pallets of pain;
Of the many who never will leave them again.
For sweet Charity's sake let us give them a share
Or that which we have; so then come to the Fair.
By the graves of the soldiers who fell in our cause,
Upholding the Union, its rights, and its laws;
By the trust of our heroes, who know not despair,
Just list to the Drum-Beat, and come to the Fair.
By the tears that have water'd the newly turn'd sod;
By the faith in our Country, in Justice, and God;
By the soldier's last groan, and his half utter'd prayer,
I charge you again: you must come to the Fair.