New English Wagon (Sovereign Nation Wagon)

Tune: Wait for the Wagon

Come, all you friends of liberty, and join our Yankee plan,

We swear to fight the Rednecks, and drive away their Klan.

Freedom is our motto, Abolition is our pride,

So jump into the wagon, men, and let us take a ride.

Chorus:

Wait for the wagon, the sovereign nation wagon;

New England is the wagon, so let us take a ride!

Sovereignty’s our watchword, an insurmounting snag;

To free our friends and citizens, we pledge our Great Pine Flag

A Yankee is our President, he seeks not to divide;

And Butterfield the Daring, trains us for the ride!

Chorus

Our wagon is the very best, the running gear is good;

Stuffed 'round the sides with industry, and made of Great Pine wood.

Vermont, she is the driver, with Maine well by her side,

Massachusetts holds the flag up, as we all take the ride.

Chorus

Rhode Island and New Hampshire are also in the ranks;

They refuse a galling government of tyrant-slaver clanks.

The New English Militia has long ago replied;

All such enlightened gentlemen are anxious for the ride.

Chorus

Old Jeffers he is beating, with little Bobbeh by his side,

Put Poor Stonewall in the wagon; deemed an ‘accidental’ ride.

How many other drivers, are buried in such-like graves,

How many suspect skeletons are in the Southern waves?

(or: many murdered skeletons) (or: the Redneck waves)

Chorus

Gettysburg the battleground: a day of truth or vice;

The Rednecks thought to lynch us up, and then to Boston, dice;

But when they met our Yankee men, their danger they espied;

They fled leaving their slaves there; and did not wait to ride.

Chorus

The NEM is in the field, and eager for the day;

They can whip the Redneck scumbags three to one, they say;

And when they get in conflict all slavers will have died,

The South will burn down to the ground, then all of us may ride!

Chorus

Our cause is kind and righteous, our men are brave and true;

We'll dissolve this Southern empire, and freedom shall renew,

We raise our voice and army, truth and hope so to defend

We shall pay the cost of liberty, no matter what the end!

Chorus

Then if you spot a Redneck, whose iron rod is thrown,

Remember this dear ditty, which sends him crying home,

New England free shall reign in, for ever a just peace,

But the tyrant who dears threaten her, shall be ruined till he cease!