ODE FOR A LOG CABIN RAISING.
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BY c. D. STUART. We're coming we're coming the fearless md free, Like the winds ofthe desert, the waves of the sea; Trnc of brave sres who batted of yore, When England's red lion ran wild on our shore. We're coming we re coming from mountain 6 glen With hands to do battle for freedom again; And tyranny remhles t ,remhed before, When the hands of our Fathers drenched in its

 gore.

 We're coming! we're coming with banners unfurled, Our motto is freedom! country the world; Our wafchword. Columbia let tyrants beware, For the Ides of November will bring them despair We're coming! we're coming! we're ceming once

 more,

 Our standard we nail to the Log Cabin door; On the outer wall hang it, in triumph 10 wave, trophy of conquest, Ur shroud for the brave. Then arouse ye brave hearts to the rescue come on ''I'is hero that leads you who always has won; Who fought a,r your Cabins and never would yield, Nor will hs last battle be lost on the field. Then arouse ye arouse ye the fearless and free, Like the winds 0l lAe desert. the of the sea; Let the North, SOah, and West, to the sea-beaten

 shore,

 Resound with the sriumphs offreedom once more.