Morning herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1837-1840, 1840-04-03
New WhlgaSOng.
BY JONATHAN.

Now, Mr. Chairman, let's rejoice
We've made our nomination,
And well elect our candidate
In spite of all creatisn
Chorus-Our armour we Will buckle on,
And rally TO the fight, sir,
And il we're not all true blue Wings,
Wen all got blue TO night, sir
Old Tip" we sing, though Henry Clay
We always did prefer, sir;
But as they would not give us him
Wen be content with HER, sir.
We once preier'd that pestilence
Among us should be sent, sir,
Before a military chief
should be our president, sir.
The Loco Fscos tell us this,
And we confess II true. sir;
But when we have no nan To run
What can we poor Wings do, sir =
Besides this military chiefn
Is not dangerous one, sir:
She's gentle, simple, soft, and kind,
And umid as ANN, sur
For proof ofthis read history,
And you will find her name, sir,
IL coupled not with deeds of blood
Or military fame, sir
At Tipcanoe It's said some blood
That blsod was lost by accident,
IL raa rum our oiCn men, sir
For when the morning sun arose.
No Indians dead were found, SIR
But plenty OF our own good men
Lay shh upon the ground, sir.
On Thames bank a fight was fought
A glorious fight IL was too;
Much British blood was split there sir.
And IN a glorious cause, too;
But Heyrison cannot be bland
For what took place that day. sir
For JoHssos fought that battle through
And bore The palm away, sir.
And next sir, at Fort Stephenson
Mark what our hero said then;
He SrS SfaSa Be- r sn E9qhns S dUg %n fsht
"IfI were there "a burn the fort
Or Leave It 10 the British,
For OF those fighting rcd-eost men,
] always did feel skittish''
Young Croghan fought the battle, sir.
Aud Won immortal glory,
While Herrison kept FAR from harm,
As doth appear IN story.
Fer that brave act the Suckeye girls
Gave Crog. splendid sword, sir
lind SEM OLD TiP pefticoa,-
They did, upon my word, sir.
Tiers G,, son one thing more ia mention, sir;
old TIP obtained permission"
Before the war was half over,
To give up her commission.
Then like old Stranded hptnee,. she
~ Went home to snug, safe quarters,
To muse ON Croghan's victory,
And Thames bloody waters.
When thanks to military men
Were III the Senate given,
Her name was stricken from the roll;
IT'S true--it s--by heaven.
think I've prov'd that she is not
A military chief, sur;
And as shes not been charged with Asn,
one CuiuOt DC tnifl,
An inofensive soul like her
Can never prove curse, sir;
She never hurt our countrys foes,
And will she now hurt as. sirf
IT'S said she's poor but she receives
Like old friend, Joe IIoric,
Ten thousand dollars clean per year,
As County Clerk by proxy.
II, with all this, she still is poor,
Aud lives ~ log hut, sir,
She ought, indeed she ought but-but--
III stop there with buf, sir
What though "hard elders makes her wink,
And wiggle MILDLY -naddyf
II . whiskcy" fails TO still her nerves,
She takes her apple toddy.'
What though she's old and irnbecile.
pd near, or quite fool, SIR y
She's Just the very thing for us-
We want supple tool, SIR.
What though she is no Statesman, cir.
But really granny
We'll vote Tor her, and voters seek
In every nook and Granny.
Won Bureu is the peoples man,
But W. are Old Tips men, nr,
Her we'll elect, ard him we'll throw
Into the devils den, air
[AIL-Our armor we will buckle on, 40
And rush into the fight. sir,, =,
And show ourselves all true-blue wings,
BY getting blue tonight, sir
Wig" p,rnacular for Cincinnatus.
E statements about the battle Of Fort stephen
md the striking Of Gen. Harrison's name from
VI, of course are utterly false, and only show
shifts and turns, expedients multiform" that th'
party are put to, in order to decry the well
lished fame Of Gen. Harrison. The one which
vs. is in much better vein, and much more {,
urpose. II is set to the sprightly air Of "som'
20 Roam"
The Soldier OF Tippceanoc.
The stars are bright, and our steps are light,
As we sweep 10 our camping ground,
\ nd well we know. = forward 20,
That the foe Ellis the greenwood roundj
But we know NO fear. though the foe be near,
Aswe tramp the greenwood through,
For oh, nave we not for leader got
The Soldier ~ Tippecanoel
CHoRus-For oh! have we not fer leader got
The Soldier Of Tppecanoef
Now the deer green grass is our soft msttrass
Till the beating Of reveille;
No lilhts in our G afn D hut the hre-gy lamp,
No roof hut the greenwood tree.
B rief surabcr snatch till the morning wetchi
Bot ono eve no slumber knew
pnc mind was awake for his soldiers sake,
Twas me soldier Of Tippecanoe.