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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.

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.

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