A Brief Narrative of the Hutchinson Family: Sixteen Sons and Daughters of the "tribe of Jesse."

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Lee and Shepard, 1874 - 73 pages
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Page 61 - Judson, Rhoda, John and Asa, And Abby, are our names: We're the sons of Mary, Of the tribe of Jesse, And we now address ye, With our native mountain song. We are all real Yankees, We are all real Yankees, We are all real Yankees, From the "Old Granite State.
Page 35 - WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
Page 53 - And ever near us, though unseen, The dear immortal spirits tread, For all the boundless universe Is life : there are no dead.
Page 62 - Liberty is our motto, Liberty is our motto, Equal liberty is our motto In the "Old Granite State." We despise oppression, We despise oppression, We despise oppression, And we cannot be enslaved. Yes, we're friends of emancipation And we'll sing the proclamation Till it echoes through our nation From the "Old Granite State.
Page 15 - There is no death ! The stars go down To rise upon some fairer shore; And bright in Heaven's jewelled crown They shine forever more.
Page 2 - In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. RIVERSIDE, CAMBRIDGE: STEREOTYPED AND PRINTED BY HO HOUGHTON AND COMPANY.
Page 60 - We hare come from the mountains — We have come from the mountains Of the old Empire State, With the Stars and Stripes above us, And the prayers of those that love us, Every single soldier of us Is prepared for any fate.
Page 33 - Ho! the car Emancipation Rides majestic thro' our nation, Bearing on its Train, the story, Liberty! a nation's glory Roll it along, Roll it along Roll it along thro' the nation Freedom's Car Emancipation.
Page 61 - ... mountains, We have come from the mountains of the Old Granite State. We're a band of brothers, We're a band of brothers, We're a band of brothers and we live among the hills. With a band of music, With a band of music, With a band of music, We are passing 'round the World. We have left our aged parents, We have left our aged parents, We have left our aged parents in the Old Granite State.
Page 60 - These words, at once awful and ludicrous, rose on the still twilight air from a hundred voices, thrilling with emotion, and from as many beating, fluttering, struggling hearts. High above them all was heard one voice, clear and musical as a clarion.

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