Young Mr. Lincoln

Yes, we'll rally 'round the flag, boys

We'll rally once again

Shouting

the battle cry of freedom

We will rally from the hillside

We'll gather from the plains

Shouting

the battle cry of freedom

The Union forever

Hurrah, boys, hurrah

Down with the traitors

Up with the stars

While we rally 'round the flag, boys

Rally once again

Shouting

the battle cry of freedom

I tell you that Andrew Jackson...

that great volcano at Washington...

is belching forth

a lava of political corruption...

which is sweeping over

the length and breadth of this land...

leaving unscathed no green spot,

no living thing.

Sangamon County, take warning.

Send me, John T. Stuart,

back to the legislature...

and I'll see that everyJackson man in office

is whipped out of the place...

like a dog out of a meat house!

And now, my friends...

I bow to one of your own

citizens of New Salem...

who will address you further...

on behalf of the great

and incorruptible Whig Party.

God bless it.

Gentlemen and fellow citizens...

I presume you all know who I am.

I'm plain Abraham Lincoln.

I've been solicited by many friends...

to become a candidate

for the legislature.

My politics are short and sweet...

like the old woman's dance.

I'm in favor of a national bank...

of the internal improvement system...

and high protective tariff.

These are my sentiments...

and political principles.

If elected, I shall be thankful.

If not...

it'll be all the same.

Hey, Abe.!

Somebody wants

to do business with you.

- Howdy, ma'am. Howdy.

- Howdy.

- How you been making out?

- Right good.

We ain't hit the hard places yet.

- Won't you get down and rest yourself?

- Well, thank you.

We was aimin' to stretch a bit.

My old woman figured on

gettin' some flannel for shirts.

- I reckon that could be arranged.

- Yeah, but...

we ain't got any money.

Well, you can send it to me.

We don't aim to ask for no credit.

If it'll ease your mind any, ma'am,

the whole shebang here's worked on credit.

That's right, Abe.

Berry and me never put up a penny to start with,

and the way things look we never will.

Well, there's an old barrel in the wagon

that might be worth 50 cents to some folks.

Of course, there ain't much in it.

Just some old things laying around the house.

Along with some books

that belonged to my grandpappy.

- Books?

Yeah, in the last barrel.

Books.

Well, you folks go in the store

and help yourself.

I'll go on back and get the barrel.

"Blackstone's Commentaries".

That's law.

Law. I knew that book

was about somethin'.

Hardly a thumb mark on it either.

No, sir. We took

mighty good care of it.

Reckon you can read it, sir?

I expect I could make head or tails out of it,

if I set my mind to it.

Law.

Law.

That's the rights of persons

and the rights of things.

The rights of life,

reputation and liberty.

The rights to acquire

and hold property.

"Wrongs are violations

of those rights".

By jing, that's all there is to it.

Right and wrong.

Maybe I ought to begin

to take this up serious.

Hello, Mr. Lincoln.

- Abe.

- Well, hello, Ann.

Give me a minute

to try and untangle myself.

Aren't you afraid you'll put your eyes out

reading like that upside-down?

Trouble is, Ann, when I'm standin' up

my mind's lyin' down.

When I'm lyin' down,

my mind's standin' up.

Of course, allowin' I got a mind.

You've a wonderful mind, Abe,

and you know it.

River sure looks pretty today, ain't it?

You think a lot about things,

don't you?

Well, my brain gets to itchin' inside sometimes,

I gotta scratch it.

Father says you've

a real head on your shoulders...

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