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With frantic look and doleful voice, a man screamed ■
" bring a boat!" But who it was they could not tell, unless 'twas Rufus
Choate. But who it was, it matters not, the ship is all a wreck, Bnd all are lost that passage took upon the " Buck and
Breck." Chorus.— |
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[From the New Bedford Mercury.]
CAMPAIGN SONG. Air.—" Low Back Car."
When first we heard of our Fremont,
It was on the mountain height; He planted first the stars and stripes
Above the eagle's flight. A score of brave old pioneers,
Grouped round were standing near; But none were there
Who could compare, With the gallant engineer,
As he stood with the mountain air Blowing freshly around him there. With the hunter's wild cheer, Ringing startling and clear, Their Chief in the mountain air
When on the fields of Mexico,
Our brave troops forced their way;
In California wilds, Fremont Was foremost in the fray. |
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