Morning herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1837-1840, 1840-04-13
New Wing Song.
BY JONATHAN.

Now, MIR. Chairman, let's rejoice
We've made our nomination,
Aud we'll elect our candidate
la spite Of all creation
armour we Will buckle on,
ARd rally TO the fight sur,
And we're not all true blse Wings,
Well all got blue to night, SIR
" Old Tip" we sing, though Henry Clay
We always did prefer, SIR;
But as they would not give as hip
Well be contentwiu HER, SIR.
We once prefer'd that pestilence
Among US should be sent, SIR,
Before military chief
Should be our president, SIR
The Loco Fscos tell US this,
And we confess II true. ar;
But when we have no ran TO run
What can we poor Wings do, sir
Besides fhis 2" military chief"
IL not a dangerous one, sur
She's gentle, simple, sof, and kind,
And timid as nun, SIR.
For proof ofthis read history,
And you will find her name, SIR,
L. coupled not with deeds of blood,
Or military fame, air.
At Tip'canoc Ills said some blood
Was split, but pray what then, sir
That blsod was lost bV accident,
IL ran from our own men, SIR
For when the morning sun arose,
No Indians dead were found, sir,
But plenty Of our own good men
Lay stih upon the ground, SIR.
On Thames bank fight fought,
A glorious fight u was too;
Much British blood was spiIt there, sir,
And IN glorious cause, toe;
Bot Herrison cannot be bland
For what took place that day. SIR,
For JOHNSON fought that battle through
And bore the palm away, sir.
And next, sir, at Fort Stephenson,
Mark what our hero said then,
Croghsn, rash young dog, E'H hrhS
"IfI were there I "a burn the fort,
Or leave II 10 the British,
For Of those fighting red-coat men,
always did feel skittish'"
Young Croghan fought the battle, sH,
And won immortal glory,
While Hsrrison kept FAR from harm,
As doth appear in story.
Fer that brave act the buckeye girls
Gave Crog. asplendid sword, sir,
lad sent Or TrP pstticeat-
They did, upon my word, sur
There. one thing more I'd mention, err;
Old Tip " obtained permission"
Before the war was kalfoyer,
To give up her commission.
Then like old irandeighfpsncs.. she
Went home to snug, safe quarters
To muse on Croghan's victory.
And Thames bloody waters.
When thanks to military men
Were IN the Senate given,
Her name was stricken from the roll;
It's true-it n-by heaven.
think I've prov'd that she IL not
A military chief, sur;
And as shes not been ehaT'd with tAsr,
She cannot be thief, SIR.
An inofensive soul like her
Can never prove curse. SIR;
She never hurt our country's foee,
And will she now hurt us. sirf
It's said she's poor, but she receives
Like our old friend. Joe Hone,
Ten thousand dollars clean per year,
AZ County Clerk by prery.
II, with all this, she still is poor,
And lives IN alog hut, SIR,
She ought, indeed she ought-but-bet-
III stop there with bw, sir.
What though hard cider makes her winh.
And wggle Muddy moody
II" whiskey" fails 10 still her nerves,
She takes her apple toddy.'
WHAT though she's old and imbscile,
And near, or quite a fool. sir 7
She's iust the very thing for
We want supple tool, sir.
What though she is no statesraor, sir.
But really grannv
Well vote Tor her, and veters seek
In every nook and Granny.
Van Buren, is the peoples man,
But we are Old Tips men, SIR,
Hen well elect, and him well throw
Into the devils den, cir