Our Good and Honest Taft
There's a war-cry from Chicago
That's spread unto the sea
A summons to the battle
For the ga-lant and the free.
Yet a battle without blood-shed
and a fight all free of graft
The battle of the voters
for our good and honest Taft.
Thank God that we are free men
And can vote for whom we will.
We spread our starry banner
freely forth from dome and hill.
Hurrah then for our freedom
Let us cheer him with a will.
The man though slated president
is just a plain man still.
He has said it to his credit
Let us cheer him with a will
"Although I'm slated president
I'm just a plain man still."
'Tis the key-note of the poor man
and the man all free of graft
Whom 'tis said shall be presi-dent
our good and hon-est Taft.
Thank God that we are free men
And can vote for whom we will.
We spread our starry banner
freely forth from dome and hill.
Hurrah then for our freedom
Let us cheer him with a will.
The man though slated president
is just a plain man still.
There was blood in our election
In the time of shall and shan't
When we feared to vote for Lincoln
And we risked our lifes for Grant.
Now we cast the ballot fearing
nothing more than autumn rain
And our peace will grow more peaceful
under Taft whom 'tis said shall reign.
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