(An Election Incident.)

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!