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The Lower Law Triumph.
The Union is safe, there's glory in store,For Lawrence, for Hall, and for gallant Fillmore.
Let the cannon loud speak, let the trumpet loud sound,
“The higher law” treason is brought to the ground.
Then huzza! fill your glasses with porter and perry;
A “Nigger's” convicted for rescuing Jerry.
Rest, rest on your laurels, lay off buckler and shield;
And repair to the patriot tomb of Marshfield.
Here's a health to our Marshalls, brave Allen and Fitch,
Who in gloriously running, fell flat in a ditch;
And if we drink deeply there's surely no harm,
For in saving the Union, he lostan odd arm.
Those higher law traitors Smith, Sedgwick & Co.,
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A jury was found without conscience or reason,
A judge who hates “Nigger's” and higher law treason.
Then huzza for the land of the gallant, and free,
Widestretching o'er landscape, from sea unto sea;
Let the star spangled banner in triumph still wave,
'Till the crisis comes round our Union to save,
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