Evansville weekly journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 184?-18??, 1848-08-31
From the Madison Daily Banner
Old Rough and II eady rs Old Stump-Slayer.

Old Rough and Ready, in battle tried,
The peoples man and the people pride,
Will over the turf in 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 1t his boys ever seemed to flag,
More ''grape" he ordered from Captain Bragg
Old Rough aud Ready, his country's boast,
A tower of strenglh-himself 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 thing called black cockade,
Which none but a Blue-light eer had made
Nor did he ever, with rage brim-full,
His broken sword from dead stump pull
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 tor his country struck blow,
In bloody conflict with her foe
dis attention having, as they say,
Been turned to 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 aM.
But if he'll fight as he fought before,
That thing which he own'd in days of yorc,
And on his head it is known he wore
The trophies then OF his trenchant blade,
Will be stump and black cockadel
Is such chief his country'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 snags?
Nv. Odpo 10 uOt III HIS piOpcI pDctc-
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 foes?
Even now Cass hears sold Whitey's" tread,
And for his fate has a fearful dread
Lest he be remembered among the dead
And while his soul to the southwark takes,
His body will return 'by the lakes.
So mote it be with the "dough-faced" tribe,
Who speciops 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 another 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 go 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,
: little more grape" say, "Capt. Bragg"
MADIsoN, Aug. Ia, 1888. A ROUGH.