Title: Grant Campaign Song 

Air: Champaigne Charlie

 

Throughout our great republic all the patriot hosts to-night,
Are girding on the armor for the battle of the right,
But the fight is at the ballot-box, not on the battle plain,
And we have named the leader who will win the fall campaign.

 

Chorus. —For Grant the hero is his name,
Grant the hero is his name,
He'll be president next year, my boys,
He'll be president next year, my boys,
Grant the hero is his name,
Grant the hero is his name,
He'll be president next year, boys,
Shout the chorus through the land.

 

The way he gained the title, was a fashion he had got,
Of moving on the works at once, and giving shot for shot;
"I'll fight it on this line," said he, and said it not in vain,
Savannah, Charleston, Richmond, too, all fell in one campaign.

 

Chorus. —For Grant the hero is his name, etc.

 

From wooded Maine to prairied West, from torrid gulf to lake,
From shore to shore the anthem peals, the mountain echoes wake;
God bless our country's savior, and our noble cause maintain,
He'll lead once more to victory, and win the fall campaign.

 

Chorus. —For Grant the hero is his name, etc.
 
In the name of all the gallant dead who sleep in southern graves,
Of the last and greatest dead who struck the shackles from the slaves,
Come, aid humanity's great cause, while treasons prospects wane,
And justice, truth and peace conspire, to win the fall campaign.

 

Chorus. —For Grant the hero is his name, etc.