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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