The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1844-08-15

THE LAMENT OF ASHLAND.
AIR" Song Of the Shirt"
With brows all cammy and cold
~, With face al haggsrd and wan, ,-,,
And uttered a fearful grosn;
Wske-wake-wake!
Ye wings from your drewsy bed
And wske-wake-wake!
Ere my hopes are all persisted and hsa
Dig-dig-dg!
In cabins and pYincely halls.
And dg-dig-dig!
Till the Standard OF Liberty falls;
Coons, and banners, and skins,
Skins, and banners, and coons
Oh. raise once more your uneaTthly dins,
And sing log cabin tunes
Shout-shout-
Shout till the mountains ring.
And observation-disclosures!
As forth the hard cider they bring.
Stoup, and iasset and can,
Can and fasset. and stoup.
In that way alone you can beat Jimmy Polk,
And carry me in with whoop!
Dance-dance- dance.
To cat.gut scTaper's noise,
And dance-dance-dance.
Wing men, WING women and boys
TIP, and ~ ler and Polk,
Polk and Tyler, and Tip,
Go round and eat with all you can,
Beans and pork from chip
on with your RUNE shirts
Aud of with your stockings OF silk,
Rip of for time aristocracy . skirts,
Be pleasant and mild milk;
Ye soon shall return to your good old ways,
From the hut to the rich saloon;
And dof ragged hats for victorious bays,
And be the same old Coon"
.Jump-jump-jump
Jim Crow. or whatever you please
Jump-jump- jump!
Round on our hands and knees
Beer and brandy, and vino,
Wine, and brandy, and beer,
Till you make your hearts glad and your shine
Ye coons with your merry cheer.
suck-suck-suck!
Hard cider through quill.
Aud suck-suck suck!
Till on have got ysur fill;
But above all It 10 my wish,
Il. psops p III ou1 s:. Of nb
By taking our Coon for Skunk
With brows all clammy and cold,
With face all haggard and wan,
The Hero OF Bladensburgh sat In his chair,
And uttered fearful groan.
Whigs-whgs-whigs
I'm afraid shall loose the day,
For still the Locos are running their rigs.
And the Big Bank and Texas and our little pigs,'s
Will soon be az cold a. Clay.
see wing song Lillibullsro- little pigs lay, &c.
JIMMY POLK OF TENNESSEE.
TUNE" Dsndy ism Of CarOiine.'
O. every day bring something new,
The Loco Focos find II so;
And strange events have proved to Martin
That doubtful things arc mighty unsartin.n
At Lindenwald the Fox IL holed,
The Coona all laugh to hear it told
Ha ha ha /! such nominee
AsJimmy Polk Of Tennessee.
O, annexation was the yoke.
That fixed Van like " pig IL Poksp
They poked 1t to the cunning eli,
By poking Jimmy Polk himself
At Llndsnwald, 10
And Cass," poor fool, his chance hss Aown,
Like the lone star, he stands alone;
His Texas letter" proves that he,
Should write his name without C.
At Lindenwald, &c.
And Colonel Johnson too, whose zeal
Burned bright for Texas and Repeal!
The Locus thought Dick didn't know beansn
At Lindenwsid, sc.i
But Polk for greens won't save their bacon,
The party Is TO It's centre shsksn;
Fen Tyler and Texas now do say,
Al Iinaenwald, 10.
And silas Wright ctwas good joke,
Declned) he was not fond Of Polk
But, Silas won't trouble you,
You're /" right" without thew"
A, Lindenwald. &c.
Next George Dallas they persuade,
Atho' he wore the black cOckade.
And tho he went the Bank and Biddle,
: - = At Lindsnwald. &c.
Now "choke1 and Polk will always rhyme,
And Dallas and gallows Is very sublimei
They sed the Fox en- Polk root poison,
Hnzza for Clay and Frelinghuysen
At Lindenwald, &c.
THE BROKEN INSTRUCTIONS.
~ wnmTLEToN wHizz
We mourn for Van Buren,. once cherished,
Swept off by caucus broom,
Like young cabbage sproui which psrtshed
In the glow Of s rich perfume:
We weep for instructions broken
For Democracy severed ties
An emblem every ballot spoken,
But the last one-in haowed signs.
But we mourn not in hopeless sorrow
Our cake 10 not yet all dough
For IRON Pork, can the " lone starr borrow,
Lard light to illume our o'erthrow:
And in Texas home doth greet us,
Let the used-up one In Lindenwad rest
Though Texas come not here to cheat Ne,
We shall slope OF to her and be blest
The Loco's hearts are really sore