Find an essay on the role of songs in US Presidential election
campaigns, including 1856, here,
a second here
and a third here.
Popular (European-derived) musical forms include schottisch, polka and waltz.
Non-partisan 1856 election instrumentals
Buchanan songs
Freemont songs
Fillmore songs
Buchanan songs
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Buchanan 1856 sheet music images (Lester S. Levy Collection) - 2 items as of June 2006
Buchanan 1856 sheet music images (Library of Congress American Memory collection) - 4 items as of August 2006
Famed songwriter Stephen Collins Foster
- whose sister married the brother of 1856 presidential candidate James
Buchanan - was a devoted
supporter of Buchanan, a fellow Pennsylvania Democrat. Two of the
three songs he wrote in 1856 (shown immediately below) were political songs
supporting Buchanan and attacking opponents like (slavery) Abolitionists.
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The White House Chair
Come all ye men of every state,
Our creed is broad and fair;
Buchanan is our candidate,
And we'll put him in the White House Chair.
chorus:
Then come ye men from ev'ry state,
Our creed is broad and fair;
Buchanan is our candidate,
And we'll put him in the White House Chair.
Let all our hearts for union be,
For the North and South are one;
They've worked together manfully,
And together they will still work on.
We'll have no dark designing band
To rule with secret sway;
We'll give to all a helping hand,
And be open as the light of day.
We'll not outlaw the land that holds
The bones of Washington;
Where Jackson fought and Marion bled,
And the battles of the brave were won.
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The Abolition Show (The Great Baby Show)
On the seventeenth day of September you know,
Took place in our city the great baby show;
They shut up the factories and let out the schools,
For the Seventeenth day was the day of all fools.
chorus:
Sing tu ral lala lu ral lal lu rall lal lay,
Sing tu ral lala lu ral lal lu rall lal lay,
Sing tu ral lala lu ral lal lu rall lal lay,
Sing tu ral lala lu ral lal lu rall lal lay,
They made a procession of wagons and boats,
Of raccoons and oxen (they all have their votes)
Sledge hammers, triangles and carpenter's tools,
One thousand and eight hundred horses and mules.
They had gemmen ob color join in their games
And jokers and clowns of all ages and names
They had pop guns and tin pans and all kinds of toys
And a very fine party of women and boys.
They had young men on horse back, so nice and so gay
Aged Seventeen years on this Seventeenth day,
And the ladies all thought they were bold cavaliers
These bright looking lads aged seventeen years.
They had grim border-ruffians, I'll bring to your mind,
And they've plenty more left of the very same kind,
They drank from a flask and played cards on the way,
And the children looked on, on this Seventeenth day.
They had Ohio Yankees of Western Reserve
Who live upon cheese, ginger cakes and preserve,
Abolition's their doctrine their rod and their staff,
And they'll fight for a sixpence an hour and a half.
Now was it not kind in these good simple clowns
To amuse all the children in both of our towns
To shut up their work shops and spend so much money
To black up their faces, get tight and be funny.
They called it a council of freemen you know
But I told you before 'twas a great baby show,
For when they had met they had nothing to say
But "Poor Bleeding Kansas" and "Ten Cents A Day".
Then their ship Constitution was hauled through the street
With sixteen small guns she was armed compleat
But the brave ship of State by which Democrats stand
Carries thirty-one guns with old Buck in command.
In the year '45 when the fire laid us waste
Old Buck gave us five hundred dollars in haste
They then took his money and lauded his name
But he's now "Ten cent Jimmy", their banners proclaim.
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Buchanan and John Breckenridge
Come all ye men, from every state,
Our creed is broad and fair;
Buchanan is our candidate
To take the White House chair.
For there is balm in Gilead,
We hear the people say;
Buchanan and John Breckenridge
Will surely win the day!
Come all ye Democrats!
Hear the people say;
Buchanan and John Breckenridge
Will surely win the day!
We'll turn our backs on Fremont,
For his principles endorse;
A wooly-headed platform,
Upon a wooly horse.
But let our hearts for Union be,
The North and South be one!
They've worked together manfully,
Together, they'll work on.
Come all ye Democrats!
Hear the people say;
Buchanan and John Breckenridge
Will surely win the day!
(lyrics continue)
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Fremont songs
John Fremont's Coming
(to the tune of Old Dan Tucker)
Come, let's sing a song quite jolly,
For an end to reign of folly;
Frank Pierce's jig is nearly up,
Though full bitter he's filled our cup.
chorus:
Clear the track! Clear the track!
Clear the track! John Fremont's coming,
Clear the track! Clear the track!
And he'll send the 'brascals humming!
Those foul deeds on the plains of Kansas
Have been enough to raise our "danders."
There we'll plant bright freedom's standard,
And have a man to lead the vanguard.
We can't trust to James Buchanan,
Quick we haste to "spike the cannon,"
Which "roared like sucking dove" at Ostend,
To make squabbles having no end.
Old Buck's pledged to Pierce and Douglas,
To the villany in Kansas;
On their work we'll put a stopper,
And we'll "send them all to Joppa."
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Uncle James
(to the tune of Uncle Ned)
There was an old gentleman whose name was James;
He was born long ago, long ago;
He may, to be sure, have had some other names,
Which I don't happen to know.
chorus:
Then lay down the fiddle and the bow-oh-oh,
Take up the shovel and the hoe,
And we'll dig a big hole for old Uncle James,
And bury him deep and low.
In the Federal ranks, long time he stood,
And once he was heard to shout
That if he'd a drop of Democratic blood,
He'd be glad to let it out.
To Ostend once went this very old man,
And this honest scheme did reveal -
“We'll buy Spain's daugher, Cuba if we can,
And what we can't buy we'll steal.
And when he'd grown old, his partisans thought
They'd take Uncle James by the nose,
And put him up in a fight they fought,
With slavery's host of foes.
But poor Uncle James was too old to fight,
And too old to run away,
So Uncle James woke one morning bright,
And found he had lost the day.
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The Fremont Train
Fremont train is got along,
Just jump aboard ye foes of wrong!
Our train is bound for Washington,
Carries freedom's bravest son.
Clear the track, Fillibusters!
Now's no time for threats and blusters!
Clear the track, 'ere you dream on't,
You'll beneath the car of Fremont.
Now don't you see? We've just the man,
To meet the foe, for you can
Brave torrents wild, mountain snows,
Fear no Brooks or Southern blows;
Clear the track, you Fillibusters!
Now's no time for threats and blusters!
Clear the track, or 'ere you dream on't,
You'll beneath the car of Fremont.
So jump aboard the Fremont train,
And soon the capitol we'll gain;
Then we'll rejoice as one in power,
Who never will to slavery cower.
Clear the track, Fillibusters!
Now's no time for threats and blusters!
Clear the track, or 'ere you dream on't,
You'll beneath the car of Fremont.
(lyrics continue)
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The Union Wagon
There's right and wrong in parties,
And the right is on our side;
So mount the Fillmore wagon,
And through the nation ride!
The Union is our wagon,
The people are its springs;
And every true A-mer-i-can,
For Millard Fillmore sings!
Wait for the wagon,
The Millard Fillmore wagon;
Wait for the wagon,
And we'll all take a ride!
Our wagon is a noble one,
'Twas made in seventy-six;
'Twas driven by George Wash-ing-ton,
Through stormy pol-i-tics!
Palmetto, cypress, cottonwood,
in spokes and wheels you'll find;
Western oak and Eastern pine,
and Northern ash com-bined!
Wait for the wagon,
The Millard Fillmore wagon;
Wait for the wagon,
And we'll all take a ride!
In this our glorious wagon,
With Donelson beside...
(lyrics continue)
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A Few Days
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He'll have the White House yonder,
In a few days... a few days;
He'll have the White House yonder,
In a few days.
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He'll have the White House yonder,
In a few days... a few days;
He'll have the White House yonder,
Fillmore's going home!
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