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Poem
October 7, 1868
The Evening Argus
Rock Island, Rock Island County County, Illinois
What is this article about?
A pro-Democratic 'Copperhead' campaign song from Illinois, uniting farmers, mechanics, laborers, and sailors against Republicans ('Rads'), rallying under their banner for political success.
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We have met here as a brotherly band,
United in heart and united in hand;
Although we're surrounded by foes, there's no
fear,
We shall yet gain this battle, so be of good cheer.
Up, up with your banners, and let them unfold
To the free winds of heaven, our motto is not
cold;
We'll rally around and sing as we go,
Success to the party called Copperhead O!
FARMERS SING
We're the rough hardy yeomen of Illinois
strain,
Our coffer is the soil, our gold is the grain,
Which kind providence has sent us, we're quite
throughout peace
We are true to our God, our country and our
cause,
We'll flock round this banner, and loudly invoke
All freemen to draw at the end of our yoke;
And blithely we'll sing as we hoe out each row,
Success to the party called Democracy-O!
MECHANICS SING.
We are the hard-working men, by our labor we
live,
And with prudence and industry we never can
thrive
We want to lay up a little—not rags but good
gold.
That we may live happy and easy when old
And we'll flock round this banner, and wish to
remain
With our friends of the sledge, needle, brush
awl and plane,
And we'll well can afford to push, stitch, punch
and blow.
If we're paid in the coin of Democracy-O!
LABORERS SING
We've heard the "Rads" call us an ignorant
class,
It matters no longer, if the muster we pass
We all know one thing, we wear not fine coats,
They have not money enough left to purchase our
votes:
So we'll flock round this banner, the people's own
flag,
So long as the wind blows, so long may she wag
Over the laborer's head We are ragged, we
know,
But we'll vote with the party called Democra-
cy-O
SAILORS SING.
We have plowed through ocean, through many a
storm,
But as we near home our hearts have grown
warm:
It is filled with the extract patriots feel
For the land of their birth: we now look for its
wealth.
And we'll flock round this banner, although we
are few,
Governor Seymour can always depend on his
crew
For we're all hands on deck, and we'll sing O ye
loyal.
Success to the party of White Boys in Blue.
United in heart and united in hand;
Although we're surrounded by foes, there's no
fear,
We shall yet gain this battle, so be of good cheer.
Up, up with your banners, and let them unfold
To the free winds of heaven, our motto is not
cold;
We'll rally around and sing as we go,
Success to the party called Copperhead O!
FARMERS SING
We're the rough hardy yeomen of Illinois
strain,
Our coffer is the soil, our gold is the grain,
Which kind providence has sent us, we're quite
throughout peace
We are true to our God, our country and our
cause,
We'll flock round this banner, and loudly invoke
All freemen to draw at the end of our yoke;
And blithely we'll sing as we hoe out each row,
Success to the party called Democracy-O!
MECHANICS SING.
We are the hard-working men, by our labor we
live,
And with prudence and industry we never can
thrive
We want to lay up a little—not rags but good
gold.
That we may live happy and easy when old
And we'll flock round this banner, and wish to
remain
With our friends of the sledge, needle, brush
awl and plane,
And we'll well can afford to push, stitch, punch
and blow.
If we're paid in the coin of Democracy-O!
LABORERS SING
We've heard the "Rads" call us an ignorant
class,
It matters no longer, if the muster we pass
We all know one thing, we wear not fine coats,
They have not money enough left to purchase our
votes:
So we'll flock round this banner, the people's own
flag,
So long as the wind blows, so long may she wag
Over the laborer's head We are ragged, we
know,
But we'll vote with the party called Democra-
cy-O
SAILORS SING.
We have plowed through ocean, through many a
storm,
But as we near home our hearts have grown
warm:
It is filled with the extract patriots feel
For the land of their birth: we now look for its
wealth.
And we'll flock round this banner, although we
are few,
Governor Seymour can always depend on his
crew
For we're all hands on deck, and we'll sing O ye
loyal.
Success to the party of White Boys in Blue.
What sub-type of article is it?
Song
Satire
What themes does it cover?
Political
Patriotism
Satire Society
What keywords are associated?
Copperhead Party
Democracy Song
Farmers Mechanics
Laborers Sailors
Political Rally
Anti Radical
Civil War Era
Poem Details
Subject
Rally Song For Democratic Copperhead Party
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas With Choruses For Different Professions
Key Lines
We Have Met Here As A Brotherly Band,
United In Heart And United In Hand;
Success To The Party Called Copperhead O
We're The Rough Hardy Yeomen Of Illinois Strain,
Our Coffer Is The Soil, Our Gold Is The Grain,
We've Heard The "Rads" Call Us An Ignorant Class,
Success To The Party Of White Boys In Blue.