The pilot and transcript. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1840-1841, 1840-08-03
THE PILOT
For the Pilot.
UNCLE SANS APPLE TREE.
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UNCLE SANS hPPLE IhEf.
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In Uncle Sans Orchard there stood fine tree,
And the fruit which it bore was delightful to see;
The nice Golden Pippins made such fine show,
They caught the sharp eye OF loco focoj
Chorus-Loco foco, loco foco,
They caught SC.
Van Buren, LOOKED up, and beheld with surprise,
The rich Golden HarueSt 'twixt him and the
skies;
But, being quite small, he could not climb the
tree,
Sc Andrew the Great put him up, as you see.
Up as you see, &c.
Now seated 9curely, by means so unfair,
On his own little self he bestows his chief care;
For he and his comrades, like arrant young
Have stolen the pippins, and left as the leaves.
Left us the leaves, &c.
When friend johnny G. ofthis Tree had the care,
We had plenty of Apples and Cider to spare;
But Martin Van Buren,, to keep the tree now,
Spends Thatynine millions, we tell how.
Cannot tell how, SC
dissatisfied still, with the plumber he's gained,
1 II the fruit ofthe Orchard must nowbe retained
In his Sub Trsassry vaults, and his Safes, do you
While the little Magician holds on to the key.
On to the key, SC.
eSThe people must look to themselves" he has
said;
Nor supplicate him. when they most need his aid
And lestthey should thrive in the old-fashior'd
way,
He bids them to labor for six pence a day.
Sixpence day, sc.
To sustain him in pow'r and enforce his behests,
An Army of Sci feqaap'd men he requests;
And the number, required to consummate his joys,
Is Itco hundred thousand of Uncle Sans Boys.
Uncle Sans boys, SC.
This nice little man, when the weather is fair,
In grand English Coach, deigns to take the
fresh air;
When he dimes at the TYhite House, we're credi-
bly, told,
That his table is furnished with spoons ofpure
Spoons of pure gold, sc.
Now tell me, We Farmers, who follow the plough,
And get your Brotop Bread by the sweat of your
brow;
Will you cleave to the man who cares nothing
Or give your support to Old Tippecanoe2
To old Tippecanoe, sc.
The working mechanics will surely agree,
That the price of their labor no lower should be;
They've tfleu " an CftS eTHt, anu tHey hiiu he
wont do,
So they'll vote in .NoUenaber for 1ippecanoe.
For Tippecanoe, sc.
Some call him Granny, but it must be confessed,
That no Granny like him, was e'er seen in the
West;
And the good Western Ladies, with joy hail'd the
day,
When this excellent Granny came travelling that
way. Travelling that way, sc.
For, from wars rude alarm, and the battles fierce
strife,
Fromthe Cabins red glare and the savage's knife:
From the dread Indian yell and the tomahawk
too,
He delivered them quickly at Tippecanoe.
Tippecanoe, &c.
His next operation will still the loud grief
OF oar poor Mother Country, now seeking
relief
On the fourth of March next, he will end her
deep woes,
By delivering her safely of Loco foeos.
Loco foco's, Sc.
In mug of Hard Cider I'll give you a toast,
And we'll drink to our wives whom we ought
tolove most;
Let US drink to our wives and the young ladies
too;
For we knew they are friends to Old Tippecanoe.
Chorus.-Tippecanoe, Tippecanoe,
We know they are friends to Old Tippecanoe.
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