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About the polls the freedmen drew,

To vote the freemen down;

And merrily their caps up-flew

As Grant rode through the town.

From votes to staves they next did turn,

And beat the freemen down;

Full bravely did their valour burn

As Grant rode through the town.

Then staves for muskets they forsook,

And shot the freemen down;

Right royally their banners shook

As Grant rode through the town.

Hail, final triumph of our cause!

Hail, chief of mute renown!

Grim Magistrate of Silent Laws,

A-riding freedom down!