Lincoln telegraph. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1836-1846, 1840-02-20
POETRY.


from the Evening Journal, was sung New
Years eve at Wing supper at Albany. 1t il
one of the cleverest patriotic songs written II
the country, and will go the rounds of the six and
twenty States-wherever there is a wing Jour
nal published. bellows Falls Gazette.
Yes, that it shall, and be learned by every
Wing singer too, and sung in the ears of the
''Spols men" until they shall know it well Sc
hand it along, good Wing Editors, until every
reader of a Wing newspaper shall have read It,
THE HERO OF THE THAMES.
A soNo WRITTEN FOR THE CELEBRATION
OF NEW YEARS EVE, BY THE UNIoNIsTs
AND OTHERS.
Tune-The Poachers.
Let Loco Focos rant and rail
At currency and banks,
We're sick of all their empty cant,
We spurn them from our ranks.
We do not mind their silly talk,
Nor heed their idle claims;
Wen make the whole banditti walk,
With our hero Of the Thames
The Hero Of the Thames, my boys,
The Hero of the Thames
When British foes assaled our land,
And hoyerd on our coast,
Pray where did little Matty stand
Why, snug behind post
post and place were all his thought
(At spoils alone he ams)
While HARRISON our battles fought,
And conquered on the Thamesi
The Hero of the Thames, my boys,
The Hero of the Thames
In vain the Red Coats sought to win
foot hold on our soil;
lie met and drove them back again,
And sav'd our homes from spoil.
The savage allies dared no more
To light their midnight flames;
Oh they heard the deep mouth d cannon's roar
Upon the river Thames !!
Upon the river Thames, my boys,
Upon the river Thames
Nor there alone did victory fling
Her standard to the sky;
The Prophets town, the bard may sing,
Which saw the red man fly.
Though if Maumee earlier laurels shed,
Fort Megs her trophy claims,
Where many gallant soldier bled
With the hero of the Thames
The Hero of the Thames, my boys,
The Hero Of the Thames
When Peace displayed her flag of white
Ana hushcd the bloody strife,
Who then, victorious from the fight,
Withdrew to humble life!
No lust of power, no love of gold,
No selfish, sordid aims.
Could ever for moment hold
The hero of the Thames
The Hero of the Thames, my boys,
The Hero of the Thames |
And there he stands behind his plough.
And drives his g team afeld,"
Content with rural honors now,
And what his farm might yield.
The buckeye falls beneath his hand,
His skill the soil reclaims
He lives tiler of the Land,
Though Hero of the Thames !
The Hero of the Thames, my boys,
The Hero of the Thames
But bark our bleeding country cries
For Vengence and Reform,
The Patriot Farmer greets our eyes,
And every heart grows warm,
Our candidate he hears the call
"I'm ready" he exclaims,
Then speed him hail him, one and all
The Hero of the Thames
The Hero of the Thames, my boys,
H.. of .bo Tl,,,a,
Then let us hang our banner out,
And spread it to the breeze:
The spoilers we will put to route,
And do it, too, with ease
And let us all like brothers be,
And "Unionists" our names
Huzza huzza for Victory
With the hero of the Thames!
The Hero of the Thames my boys,
The Hero of the Thames +!
"He," General Harrison) seems to be willing
To set the negroes free, and sell white men into
slavery!!" lGlobe
COMMENTARY.
From Gen. Harrison's report of the Battle Of