Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1888-07-21
TlPPECANOE LYRICS.
Some OF the Songs in Vogue During the
Campaign OF 1910.


Some of the Songs in Vogue During the
Campaign OF 1910.
From the Rochester Democrat Chronicle
1t looks like revival of the Tippeca-
noe campaign of 1910. Clubs are form
ing of those who voted for William Henry
Harrison who mean to vote for his grand
son in 1888. The badges of the memora-
bic hard cider and log cabin" are
proudly brought out from old family chests
and displayed upon the breasts of the new
generation of voters. Files of political
newspapers are rescued from lumber rooms
and may do fresh service now. We are
under obligations to Z. ]. Rowe, of Victor
for the privilege of perusing a nearly
complete file of the Log Cabin, edited by
Horace Greeley in the first flush of his fame
as political writer. In turning its pages
we are reminded how much of singing
campaign that of 1910 was. William
Henry Harrison was fairly sung into the
Presidential chair. The lyrics of the day
were robust and full of patriotic fre-not
always models of rythm, but always in
spring and rousing. Many of them were
adaptations from national songs, and all
were keyed to the highest notes of liberty
and nationality. We are tempted to
copy two or three, as especially APP
propriate to be reproduced ON the
Fourth of July. We may have occasion
hereafter to give further extracts from the
rare old file Of The Log Cabin, but the fol-
lowing must suffice for to-day. The
Gathering Song" is by Horace Greeley,
who was quite poet in his younger days:
They're rousing, they re rousing in valley and
The noble in soul, and the fearless in heart;
At freedoms stern call to the combat again.
They rush with zeal she alone can impart
From Wild Madawaskas dark forests of pine
To the TAR fertile glades where the calm Wa
bash flows,
True sons of their father the People combine.
To shake off the chains OF their tyrants and
foes
They re gath ring, they're gath ring, on hillside
and plain,
They swarm every vale and o'ershadow each
river
Each hamlet and vale is made vocal again
With the soul-thrilling cry of Our country
| forever ~
! The flag of the free to the breeze is unfurled,
Around it they rally to guard its fair fame,
| And well may the foes of corruption be bold
| In the glory and strength of their HARRI-
| SONS name.
Here is one to The Hero of the West"
to the tune of Meeting of the Waters :"
There's not in the world a vet ran so true
As he in the West-the brave Tippecanoe:
| And the last ray of feeling and life must depart
| Ere the deeds of his valor shall fade from my
! heart.
| 1t is not that glory has shed DER his name
A halo the brightest, the richest in fame
lis not the Past only with joy our heart fill,
o no 1t is something more exquisite still.
It is not that this hero, to Freedom so dear,
! This Patriot and Sage whom we all should re-
| we're,
Comes again to our aid, Ger our land to pre-
| side;
OF our countrys glad FIeemen, the boast and
the pride.
Then hail to the Chieftain, who calamity
fought,
And hail to the Patriot who cannot be bought.
Let US drink to the Victor on whom our hearts
| rest,
And pledge faith and truth to the Sage of the
| West
His name is resoundlng o er all the broad land.
\ His banners are floating from village to strand,
While the young and the tair, the brave and
| true,
All unite their warm prayers for Cyoung) Tip
| Decanoe.
Here are some stanzas from another song
by Horace Greeley, "The March of the
Free"
No banners are lifted, no trumpets are sound
| ing
As that host in its triumph moves on
And the burst of deep JOY from each valley re-
bounding:
Tells us how fearless the victory won;
As trembles the earth to the mighty emotion,
More firm grows each patriot knee:
| While people and states from the lakes to the
ocean,
Proudly join in the March of the Free.
From thy borders. Penobscot, their shout has
assembled;
| Connecticuts tide bears it on,
| Till with thine, Mississippi, its surglings are
blended,
| And Roanoke recalls glories gone
Then fearless Ohio, art thrilled with the spirit,
| Walked from Michigan's march to the sea,
| Where our own noble Hudson so proudly shall
bear it,
And joy in the March of the Free.
We close with extracts from "Rallying
Song" credited to the jamestown Journal :
! Ho true men from the golden South Ho
| 1reemen from the North
Ho. Eastern men Hol Western men Ho
| wherefore came ye forth?
| We came from hills, from prairies wild, from
! wild from peopled towns,
| To rescue from the spoilers hands our country
| old renown.
| For the homes our fathers gained
For the rights that they maintained,
| For the hills and valleys stained
With their blood.
| IlO stlNlGIS Va Tic OlQ 4NOIbHedst. hculuChA
| sons of fire,
Ho Bay State mem Ho land of Penn Ho
some of The EmpireI
Why muster ye7 why cluster We? what name is
| on your tongue2
The warriors name, the statesman's fame, the
veteran Harrison.
Oh, generous heart and open hand.
War-worn december of the land
| Oh, chieftan of the border land
| Preserver of the West.
10 ye who boast as sires the men who made
| our country free
Ho we WHO can all hardness but mems haughti
| ness endure,
Around his standard rally, the Patriot, stainless
pure:
| And our land shall smile again,
| And our sails blanch every main.
And our banner still retain
Its Union blazonry.
The stars and stripes are good enough
for US as against the red bandana in 1888
as they were for our fathers, in 1910.
Unfortunate Nomination.
First Wo-l-ipurnap-Ap xrbo'e Tx.