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

Now, MIR. Chairman, let's rejoice
We've made our nomination,
Aud we'll elect our candidate
In spite Of all creation !
armour we VIII buckle on,
And rally TO the fight, sir,
And " we're not all true blae 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 hiS
Well be content with HrR, sir.
We once prefer'd that pestilence
Among us should be sent, SIR,
Before a military chic"
Should be our president, SIR.
The Loco Fecos 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 this military chief"
IL not dangerous one, SIR;
She's gentle, simple, sof, and kind,
And timid as a nun, SIR.
For proof ofthis read history,
And you will hnd her name, SIR,
L. coupled not with deeds Of blood,
Or military fame, sir.
At Tip'canoe tits said some blood
Was split, but pray what then, sir
That blood was lost bv accident,
II ran from our opn men, sir
For when the morning sun arose,
No Indians dead were found, sir,
But plenty Of our own good men
Lay stiff upon the ground, SIR.
On Thames bank fight was fought,
A glorious fight u was too;
Much British blood was split there, sir,
And IN glorious cause, toe;
Bot Herrison cannot be bland
For what took place that day. SIR,
For JoHNsoS fought that battle through
And bore the palm away, SIR.
And next, sir. at Fort stephensoR,
Mark what our hero said theni
u Croghan, rash y6gng dog, eiH fight,
The blood be on his head then:
"JfI were there I "a burn the fort,
Or leave IL To the British.
For Of those fighting rrd-coat men,
! always did feel skittish'"
Young Croghan fought the battle, su,
And won immortal glory,
while Hsrrison kept far from harm,
As doth appear IN story.
Fer that brave act the buckeye girls
Gave Crog. splendid sword, err,
lad sent Or TIP petticeat-
They did, upon my word, SIR.
There's one thing more I'D mention, sir
Old Tin obtained permission
Before the war was half over,
To give upher commission
Then like old Sirandsiship.nc,,. 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 is-by heaven.
I think I've provd that she is not
A military chief, sur;
And az shes not been charg d with tksft,
She cannot be thief, SIR.
An inoifensive soul like her
CAM never prove curse. sir;
She never hurt our countrys foes,
And will she now hurt us. sirf
sTis said she's poor, but she receives
Like our old friend. Joe HOME,
Ten thousand dollars clean per year,
AZ County Clerk BY proxy.
n. with all this, she still is poor,
And lives ia log hut, sir,
She ought, indeed she ought-but-tpt-
III stop there with buf, sir.
What though hard cider makes her WINK.
And wiggle Muddy moody
II /" whiskey" fails 20 still her nerves,
She takes her apple today"
What though she's old and imbecile,
And near, or quite a fool, sir
She's iust the very thing for us--
We want supple tool, SIR.
What though she is no stdtesmor, sir.
But really granny
Well vote FOR her, and vsters seek
In every nook and Granny.
Van Buren, is the peoples man,
But we are old Tipss men. sii
Her wei elect, and him well throw
late fhe 1exflss AZ sfr