William Shakespeare Hays

McClellan Is The Man

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The cruel war must have an end;
I'll tell you what we'll do;
We'll cast our votes for "Little Mac,"
We're bound to put him through.
The widow's wails and orphan's tears
Prevailing o'er the land
Pray heaven to send a rare relief--
McClellan is the man.

CHORUS:
Shout! boys, shout!
and rally all you can,
We'll have another Washington--
McClellan is the man!

Corruption sits in places high,
And Shoddy rules the roast;
"Fight on!" is still Corruption's cry,
"More spoils!" is Shoddy's boast.
But we, the people, sov'reigns all,
Declare our righteous cause;
"The Constitution as it is,
The Union as it was."

CHORUS

This cruel war will never cease
Until the South comes back;
The only man to do the work
Is glorious "Little Mac."
Then let us put him in the chair,
And he will give us peace;
For "Peace in Union" is his sin,
And war's alarms will cease.

CHORUS

Let's heal dissentions and unite,
Then, stronger than be-fore,
We'll bear our banner through the world,
The flag our fathers bore.
In many stripes and golden stars
Shall give the people ease;
And all th'opressed of every clime
Will hail our happy peace.

CHORUS

The hot-heads South cried "Let's secede,"
But find it doesn't pay;
The hot-heads North cried "Confiscate,
And then we'll have our way."
But both have failed and always will;
There is a better plan:
We'll choose a righteous President--
McClellan is the man!

CHORUS

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