The pilot and transcript. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1840-1841, 1840-05-19
From the Albany Evening Journal.


Should brave old soldiers be forgot
Should patriots fail to Irvine
Wreaths, glorious wreaths, for those who fought
In days of old lang syne
No! long as life endures will we
Deep in our hearts enshrine
The name of those who made us free
In days Of old lang syne
Proud England gloating DER her Crown,
And King, and g Rights Djoine,"
Sent forth her slaves to chain us down,
In days of old lang syne
But Freedoms champions ayerrd
THEY'D make her g Lion" whine
And nobIy did they keep their word,
In days Of old lang sync.
They drew Charter, strong and full
Nor did they fear to sign
The bulletin that pricked John Bull,
And cut in every line.
Among those Hearts of Flint, whose FIRE
Lit up the flame benign,
Was Hag1tson-TIP's sdi7lted sire =
Wing of old lang syne.
But not the Fathers fame alone
Exalts the soldier Son
He has bright laurels of his own,
In hard-fought battles won
The Wabash banlIs-Fo rt Meigs-the Thames
Their tributes all combine
To rank him high with those whose names
Were dear in old lang syne.
And who's VAN BUREN, achere and ,chen
Did HE lead on the brave;
Or raise his voice, or WELD his pen,
Or ope his purse, to save
While TIP gave fight he styled the War
az.st Disastrous and Malign."
And richly earned COAT OF TAR,
AS Tories did lang syne.
I. H.. ,,lo Love Sinh -rF,raas,,-,y cba,Yns
o. f1nrd cork and little pag, ~
Closed acorIcing shops and 7a07TgGged farms
Extol King Martins sway.
But WE have solemnly affirm'd
We will not rest supine
Till VAN shall squun1, as CRoswELL squintd
And aeriggPd-NoT lang syne.
The lmap-sacz pillow'd HARRY's head,
The hard ground eas'd his tolls;
While MARTIN ON his downy bed
Could dream of naught but "spoils."
And shall the Bt,tS-iight rule the Free?
Shall Freedoms Star decline
Forbid it Heaven forbid it we
Who bled in old lang syne.
Is HARRISON one whit the worse,
Because he'd not secure,
AS Martin did, long full PURSE
g. But soe4at. from office poor
And does the low SC log cabin' hearth
Unfit OLD TIP to shine?
Did no log-homes give MOBILES birth
In days of old lang syne f
What though the Hero's hard " huge-paws,"
Were wont to plough and saw
Does that disgrace our sacred cause
Does that degrade him? NO!
Wing farmers are our nations's nerve,
Its bone--,ts gerry spine
They'll neuer sacerce-they did not swerve
In days of old lang syne.
No ruffled shirt, no silxen hose
No airs does TIP display;
But like g the pith of worth,n he goes
In home-spun g hoddin grey"
Upon his board there ne'er appear'd
The costly Sparkling wine,"
But plain g Hard Cider - such as cheer'd
In days of old lang syne.
Connecticut has raised the heel
TIPS tory foes to bruise
And keenly do Their vitals feel
The tread of I" Jersey Blues"
November's ides will give the stroke
Hard, final and eondign-
A blow like that which snapped the yoke
Inc days of old lang syne.
Yes, TIP must grace the Z" White House y
(Alas for groom and coolD
And VAN on Ka5bitch-stoclss must brouse, *
Athorne sweet home-tile hook
Thrice hail, Old TIP I" Log Cabin" TtP'
.sHard- Cide..n TIp ITO YOU
The Helm we give hail, noble ship!
H-- LAND no " the Ports in view
Huzza huzza Kind Heaven be praised
The Star, the Star benign,
Shines bright .---'tis Freedom's Star that blaz'd
In days Of old lang syne
OLD scHoHARIE.