Books Notated Music The old Union wagon. Air: Wait for the wagon. No. 300 North 20 St., Phila., Pa. [c. 1864]
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The Old Union Wagon.
The Old Union Wagon.
Air: Wait for the Wagon.
By James D. Gay, the Celebrated Army Song Publisher and Vocalist,
No. 300 North 20th Street, Philadelphia, Pa.
Entered according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1864, by James D. Gay, in the Clerk's Office, of the Eastern District of Pennsylvania.
The Eagle of Columbia in Majesty and Pride,
Still soars aloft in glory, the traitors have defied,
The flag we fondly cherish, the emblem of our will,
Baptised in blood of heroes, way down on Bunker Hill.
Chorus —Stick to the Wagon, the Old Union Wagon,
The triumphant wagon, Abe Lincolns bound to ride;
Hurrah boys for Lincoln, Hurrah boys for Lincoln,
Hurrah boys for Lincoln, Little Mac is played.
The war screach of that Eagle, is heard from shore to shore,
From clouds of dark rebellion our sky is covered o'er;
But freedom and its sunlight shall break the gloomy pall,
And scorch the brow of traitors, with powder, shell and ball.
King Cotton may be master, of those who bend the knee,
But cannot rule a people, who ever shall be free,
As are the wings of heaven, whose every thought and deed,
Shall eminate from justice, and not from cotton seed.
Brave Hancock's in the wagon, Meade and Warren by his side,
While Grant he drives the horses, to give the boys a ride;
There's Sherman is not idle, and Sheridan so true,
We'll all go in for Lincoln, McClellan will not do.
The traitors boast of treason, and blow about the war,
And say if Abe's elected, hell fight them four years more.
But we'll show them in November, that McClellans not the man,
So hold your horses Jersey, while we all go in for Sam.
There is none can smash this wagon, it's powerful and strong,
It was built by Gen. Washington and those who hated wrong;
Its wheels were made by Sherman, and patriots pushed it on,
Then we'll vote for honest Abraham, who stood for it so long.
Old Jeff, he built a wagon, he did not build it strong,
For Lee has played the devil he's always doing wrong;
U. S. Grant he drives our wagon, and he'll drive it through the storm,
He will bring it up in safety on our Uncle Samuel's Farm.