There is an old gent and his name it is Abe,
He is a rail-splitter, for so it is said,
But for the whole Union he ever was true,
And thought it a farce to split it in two.
CHORUS.
Rub-be-dub, rub-be-dub, rub-be-dub, dub,
Oh march to the tap of the rub-be-dub, dub,
Old Abe he is raising a “Great Union Club,”
To give the Seceshers a very hard rub.
When Abe was elected ’twas late in the Fall,
As President, over Seceshers and all,
And by all the rails in the Union did swear—
Jacksonian like—to act on the square.
Seceshers were trying to frighten old Abe,
By blowing and stealing—their favorite trade—
But when they had made a considerable noise,
Old Abe gave a yell for some of “The Boys.”
The yell it was heard, and it had its effect,
To play “Help your neighbor,” “The Boys” did collect;
Secesh “couldn’t see it”—he found he was matched,
Had counted his chickens before they were hatched.
To fence in the Union, without any bars,
Old Abe is at work by the light of the Stars;
It soon will be finished, and when he is through,
He’ll paint it all over with Red, White and Blue.