When Abe took charge of our plantation, Secesh was making preparation To steal the half for raising cotton, But soon found out his scheme was rotten; Old Abe Lincoln O, Old Abe Lincoln O, No mercy show the thieving foe, Abram Lincoln O. Old Abram is a man of knowledge, Although he never went to college, And his heart is right, and strong his nerve, And from his duty will not swerve; Old Abe Lincoln O, old Abe Lincoln O, Hold up the Flag and never lag, Abram Lincoln O. Old Abe goes in for home protection, And keeps an army of inspection, Just to see that things are done up right, And the boys are spoiling for a fight; Old Abe Lincoln O, old Abe Lincoln O, When they begin, let them go in, Abram Lincoln O. 61 Song of Union. AIR--_Zuyder Zee._ Grand is the sight, when for national right, A People in arms are rising-- Every bosom on fire with a freeman’s desire, Every spirit all treason despising. Crying--“Oh, let the Song of Union be Strong and deep as the rolling sea! Deep and strong as the rolling sea!” Grand is the cause of our Land and Laws, And the good old Constitution! For our lives and gold, and our honor, we hold Like the men of the Revolution! Crying--“Oh, let the Song of Union be Strong and deep as the rolling sea! Deep and strong as the rolling sea!” Rise, brothers, rise!--let your mingling cries, Roll out in a grand hosanna! March, brothers, march! while the stars o’erarch, We have always our country’s banner! Crying--“Oh, let the Song of Union be Strong and deep as the rolling sea! Deep and strong as the rolling sea!” 62 Traitor, Spare that Flag. BY THOMAS MACEVILY. AIR--_Woodman, Spare that Tree._ Traitors, spare that flag! Look up at its bright folds, And see within your hearts, The baseness of your souls; For that’s the proud old flag Your sires oft fought under-- Are you, degenerate sons, To tear it now asunder? Traitors, spare that flag! Or vengeance loud and deep Will justly fall from Heaven, And make you one day weep; And the ashes of your fathers Will rise from out the tomb ’Gainst their ungrateful dastards, To curse the traitor’s doom. Traitors, spare that flag! If you would yet be free-- If you’ve the least regard For homes and liberty; If not, why, do your best; We’ve men and means at hand To spread it to the breeze O’er all Columbia’s land.