The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1912-05-25

Jefferson among YOU boys Then, as
an after thought, Lord knows, any
one of you might be a Polk"
Clays adherents in the Wing party
declared that their organization was
the same old coon" which had won
four years before and so said in song:
The moon was shining silver bright,
The stars with glory crowned the
night
High on a limb that same old coon
Yves singing to himself this tune
&c, on of my way--you're nj I'M
lucky,
Clear the track for old Kentucky.
There was no respons, to that nor
the Polk singers atCer the election:
Not a cheer was heard, not a single
sNoat
AS away to the ditch they hurried;
No bank-paid orator rose to spout
Ger the hole where that coon was
buried.
So rapidly tumbling him all alone
With his tails wounded stump quite
CORY,
They raised a faint shout, twixt a
cheer and a groan.
And left him alone in his glory
Here's a better one from the days
of 1S4S, when Zachary Taylor was
elected on the Wing ticket:
Clear the track if your toes are tender,
For honest Zach can never surrender.
John c. Fremont, the Pathfinder, and
candidate of the new Republican party
in 1856, was called by his adherents
the mustang colt. So it was necessary
of course, for them to describe the
opposing candidate, Buchanan, as an
"old gray nag" Then both we're driven
tandem with Pegasus, this fashion:
The mustang colt is strong and young,
His wind is strong his knees not
sprung.
The old gray horse is a well-known
hack,
He's long been fed at the public rack.
The mustang is a full-blooded colt,
He cannot shy! He will not bot!
The old gray nag, when he tries to
trot,
Goes round and round in the same old
spot!
The mustang goes at a killing pace,
He's bound to win the four mile race!
Then do your best with the old gray
hack,
The mustang colt will clear the track!
The song writer's were particularly
hard on Buchanan, and gave a sug-
gestion of his easy-going ways in
these lines:
The dough, the dough, the facial
dough!
The nose that yields when you tweak
it so!
It signs for the spoil-it sells it's soul
For a spoonful of pap from the Treas
ury bowl.
But Fremont did not escape entire
ty:
When Fremont raised flag so high
On Rocky Mountains peak,
One little busy bee did fly
And light upon his cheek
But when November's ides arrive
To greet the Colonels sight,
from the Democratic hive
Two BIS on him will light
Buck and Brock.
Willard Fillmore had to listen tol
this all through his campaign:
There lives a man in Buffalo,
His name is Willard Fillmore,
Who thinks the Unions sunk so low
1t ought to take one pill more
To purge away the prejudice"
Which true men have for freedom,
A canting, pompous wretch he is,
Who'll cheat you if you heed him.
Old Mill Fillmore, not another pill
more
In our mouth,
The quaking South
Ne'er shall put bill more.
The reference was to Fillmore's
signing of the Clay compromise bill.
In the Lincoln campaign of 1860 the
burden of most of the songs was of
he impending struggle between the
North and South. Here is one:
We are coming! We are coming!
What a mighty host-Ha! Ha!
shouting, singing, drum.
ming,
We are coming to the war;
Here are old men, here are young
men,
Even women by the score;
MI are coming, all are coming
To this Presidential war.
Another, to the favorite tune OF
Yankee Doodle, ran:
lincoln came to Washington