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We know that Van Buren can ride in his coach,
With servants, forbidding the Vulgar's approach—
We know that his fortune such things will allow,
And we know that our candidate follows the plough;
But what if he does?
Who was bolder to fight
In his country's defence on that perilous night,
When naught save his valor sufficed to subdue
Our foes at the battle of Tippecanoe?
Hurrah for Tippecanoe!
He dropped the red Locos at Tippecanoe!
From the song of the “Buckeye Cabin,” these are two stanzas:
where, tell me where, was your Buckeye Cabin made?
Oh!
where, tell me where, was your Buckeye Cabin made?
'Twas made among the merry boys that wield the plough and spade
Where the Log Cabins stand in the bonnie Buckeye shade.
Oh! what, tell me what, is to be your Cabin's fate?
Oh!
what, tell me what, is to be your Cabin's fate?
We'll wheel it to the Capitol and place it there elate,
For a token and a sign of the bonnie Buckeye State.
The “Turn out song” was very popular, and easy to sing:
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 we have seen,
So Matty, now please to turn out, turn out,
So Matty, now please to turn out!
...
Make way for old Tip!
turn out, turn out!
Make way for old Tip, turn out!
'Tis the people's decree,
Their choice he shall be,
So, Martin Van Buren, turn out, turn out,
So, Martin Van Buren, turn out!
But of all the songs ever sung, the most absurd and the most telling, was that which began thus:
