The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1848-08-26
1 From the Madison Daily Banner.
IOld Rough and Ready Us. Old Stump.SIayer.


Old Rough and Ready Us. Old Stump.SIayer.
Old Rough and Ready, in battle tried,
The peoples man and the peoples pride,
Will over the turf ia triumph ride;
For he's the nag both Quick and steady,
Always rough and always ready.
Old Rough and Ready, in field and fight,
By means of valor and skill and might,
Put Santa's hosts in terror to flight;
For he's his country's bold defender,
Who'll fight the Devil, but won't surrender.
Old Rough and Ready can victories win
In the battles shock and conflicts din
Proud ranks he's made look CORY and thin;
For if his boys ever seemed to flag,
More "grape" he ordered from Captain Bragg.
Old Rough and Ready, his country's boast,
A tower Of strenglh-himself a host,
Can't be frightened by goblin or ghost;
And though he never should get ''pass."
He's certain to lick old General Cass.
Old Rough and Ready it ne'er was said
Has worn a thing called black cockade,
Which none but Blue-ligbt eer had made
Nor did he ever, with rage brim-full,
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Old Rough and Ready can proudly show,
On the crimsoned fields OF Mexico,
Where his bold arm dealt the fatal blow;
And point TO the glory of his name
To his mighty deeds and lofty fame.
But Lewis Cass, as the people know,
Has ne'er for his country struck blow,
In bloody conflict with her foe
His attention having, as they say,
Been turned toa thing called public pay.
Cass did, indeed, as the Locos say,
When coward Hull yielded up the day,
An old, unoffending, dead stump slay;
And so having thus its victim slain,
The old sword since in the dust has lain.
But ii he'll fight as he fought before,
That thing which he ownd in days of yore,
And on his head ii is known he wore
The trophies then Of his trenchant blade,
Will be stump and black cockade
Is such chief his oountry's pride?
Can he DER the field in triumph ride?
Wont Rough and Ready fast by him slide?
For who relies on the speed of nags
That run in the face and eyes of snags7
No! Cass is not in his proper sphere
The people know he's deal too dear,
So back to his home he'll quickly steer;
For when old lack IN the contest goes,
What else can betide his tail-:uck'd foes7
Even now Cass hears cold Whitey's" tread,
And for his fate has fearful dread
Lest he be remembered among the dead
And while his soul TO the southwark takes,
His body will return SHY the lakes"
$50 mote it be with the "dough-faced" tribe,
Who specious hobbies are prone to ride,
Let what TO their country may betide,
For again they'll meet that ''same old coon,"
Who sometime in 40 sealed their doom.
And yet little Van, in search of place,
Has agre ed to run snother race,
Though he jog no faster than pace;
Believing that, as the ball rolls on.
A way may be made-at least for John.
But the great Magician ought to know
That to kinderhOok, where cabbage grow,
He must, when the contest closes, GO;
So John may now plain hint take,
And straightway back for his "krout- patch
make.
Then 60 it, boys, for the peoples man,
Who can lick Cass and Matty Van,
Like he did Polk hero, Santa Ann,
And. if you fear you will ever flag,
"a little more grape, say. capt. Bragg"
MADISON, Aug. Ia, 1888. A ROUGH.