Election Songs

Air: Fine Old English Gentleman

Once more the grand old fight is on, the fight we’ve often fought,
And as we've done these twenty years, we'll bring our foes to naught;
We won with Lincoln, Grant and Hayes, and in this battle's brunt
We'll conquer to the rallying cry—Jim Garfield's at the front.

 CHORUS.—’Twould be a sin to fail to win
With Garfield at the front |

He early learned to paddle well his own forlorn canoe;
Upon Ohio’s “grand canal,” he held the helm so true;
And now the people shout to him: “Lo, ’tis for you we wait,
We want to see Jim Garfield guide our glorious ship of State!”
CHORUS.—'Twould be a sin to fail to win
With Garfield at the front :

He was a carpenter of yore, and to this day he seems
To love to nail (old Bourbon lies) and hammer (rebel schemes);
We’ll wager, and the bet we know will go without a taker:
This carpenter, come ides of March, will be a cabinet-maker |
CHORUS.—'Twould be a sin to fail to win
With Garfield at the front l

He taught the young ideas to shoot, and then the plucky tutor
In war's grim school was taught to be another sort of shooter.
He braved, to aid the Union's cause, full many a battle’s brunt,
And those who sought his whereabouts found Garfield at the front.
CHORUS.—'Twould be a sin to fail to win
With Garfield at the front

When Uncle Sam, November next, shall count the ballots o'er,
One shout shall make the continent, loud as the ocean's roar;
“Once more the hosts Republican have borne the battle's brunt,
Once more they’ve triumphed gloriously—with Garfield at the front.”
CHORUS.—We're sure to gain this grand campaign
With Garfield at the front |