The Portland daily press., 1888-06-28

The Hero Of the Thames, my boys,
The Hero Of the Thamesl
{. When British Foes assaiPd our land,
And hover'd on our coast.
Pray where did little Matty stand?
Why, snug behind aposti
A post and place where all his thought
(At Spoils alone he alms,)
While Harrison our battles fought,
And conquered on the Thamesl
The Hero Of the Thames, my boys,
The Hero Of the Thamesi
When Peace displayed her flag of white
And hushed the bloody strife,
Who then victorious from the fight,
Withdrew to humber life?
No lust Of power, no love Of gold,
No selfish, sordid aims.
Could ever for moment hold
The Hero Of the Thamesl
The Hero Of the Thames, my boys,
The Hero of the Thamesl
And there he stood behind his plough,
And drove his "team aheld,"I
Content with rural honors now,
And what his farm might yield.
And buckeye falls beneath his hand,
His skill the soil reclaims;
He lives a tiller Of the land,
Though Hero Of the Thames.
The Hero Of the Thames, my boys,
The Hero OF the Thamesi
On the heels of this came the National
Whig Song" written by William Hayden,
Esq, and published in Boston with like
ness Of General Harrison as frontispiece.
This song was after the tune and style Of
song well known then and now:
III sing you now new whig song. made to
good old rhyme
OF fine, true-hearted gentleman, all of the olden
time;
Fer his father signed the charter that made our
country free.
Like fine, true-hearted gentleman,
All of the olden time.
In youth, upon a tented field, his laurels he did
gain,
No chief so many battles fought that never fought
in vain;
In peace the quiet statesman he; but when grim
war arose
He buckled on his armour then, 10 meet his coun-
try's foes.
Like fine, true-hearted gentleman,
All Of the olden time.
And when he served his country well in Senate
and In field,
The honors that awaited him most freely did he
yield
He turned him home again. and sought a Far
mers tolls,
For tho be tlled the Offices, he never took the
spoils.
Like fine, true-hearted gentleman,
ALI of the olden time.
And when the People, in their might, have put
elatw ala. kaw
Upon the arch magician and all his Tory elan,
To manage well their State affairs, with one ae-
cord they'll send
For another Cineinatus-The Farmer of North
For he's fine. true-hearted gentleman,
All Of the olden time.
Let every sound. true-hearted whig now raise his
voice ON high,
And for the triumph Of the cause, join Freedoms
loudest cry,
Come to the hght; wen win the Held-away with
doubts and fears;
The Peoples man is Harrison-let's give him
three good cheers,
For he's fine, true-hearted gentleman,
All Of the olden tmei
The Log Cabin was the great symbol Of the
OduipdAbn 10 buC elCdb uAAuh Wuo haA0 OAeCAs
The song of the Buckeye Cabin" had these
two stanzas:
OH where, tell me where, was your Buckeye
Cabin nader
Obi where tell me where, was your Buckeye
Cabin made?
Twas made among the merry boys that WELD tie
plough and spade
Where the Log Cabins stand in the bonnie Buck
eye shade.
Oh, what, tell me what, is to be your Cabins
fate?
OF what, tell me what, is to be your Cabins
fate?
Wen wheel 1t to the Capitol and place it there
elate,
For token and sign Of the bonnie Buckeye
State.
One of the most popular and easy to sing
was the "Turn Out Song:
From the White House, now Matty, turn out, turn
out
From the White House, now Matty, turn out,
Since there you have been
No peace have we seen,
| SO Matty now please turn out, turn out,
so Matty, now please turn out.
| Make way for old Tipl turn out, turn QUIT
Make way for old Tip, turn outi
'Tis the peoples decree,
Their choice he shall be,
| So Martin Van Buren,, turn out, turn out,
| so Martin Van Buren, turn OUT
Another was:
| What has caused this great cOmmotion- notion
motion
Our Country through?
| II is the ball a-rolling on
For Tippecanoe and Tyler too;
For Tippecanoe and Tyler too;
| And with them wen beat little Van;
| Van. Van. Van, Is a used-up man;
| And with them Wen beat little Van.
DuIing the summer 1870 the ladies attended
the mass meetings in great numbers, and In
| their honor a song was composed, the hrst
words Of which was as follows:
The beautiful girls, God bless their souls, souls,
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