4 $. . . . . , THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 31 Turn to the scroll, where patriot sires Your independence did declare, Whose words still glow’ like living fires,— His father’s name is written there. That father taught that son to swear His country ne’er enslaved should be; Then lend your voices to the air For Harrison and liberty ! O’er savage foes, who scourged our land, When Wayne so wfild and madly burst, Among his brave and gallant band The youthful Harrison was first. And when on Wabash leafy banks, Tecumseh’s warriors gathered free ; How swift they fled before the ranks Of Harrison and liberty ! When Meig’s heights his army held, And haughty Britons circled round, His conquering legions cleared the field, While notes of triumph pealed around! And though on Thames’s tide again His progress Proctor sought to stay, Dismayed he fled, and left the plain To Harrison and liberty ! Now honoured be his hoary age, Who glory for his country won:— Shout for the hero, patriot, sage, For William Henry Harrison: Of all our chiefs he oftenest fought, But never lost a victory, And peace was gained and plenty brought By Harrison and liberty ! G. A. P. 32 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. P P X THE LOG CABIN AND HARD CIDER CANDIDATE. Tune—“ Jluld lang syne.” Should good old cider be despised, And ne’er regarded more ? Should plain log cabins be despised, Our fathers built of yore? For the true old style my boys ! For the true old style, Let’s take a mug of cider now For the true old style. We’ve tried experiments enough Of fashions new and vain, And now we long to settle down To good old times again : For the good old ways, my boys! For the good old ways, Let’s take a mug of cider now For the good old ways. We’ve tried your purse-proud lords, who love In palaces to shine : But we’ll have a ploughman President Of the Cincinnatus line. For old North Bend, my boys! For old North Bend, We’ll take a mug of cider yet For old North Bend. We’ve tried “ the greatest and the best,” Of him we’ve had enough, And he who in the footsteps treads, Is yet more sorry stuff. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 33 For the brave Old Thames, my boys ! For the brave Old Thames, We’ll take a mug of cider yet For the brave Old Thames. Then give’s a hand, my trusty boys : And here’s a hand for you, And we’ll quaff the good old cider yet For Old Tippecanoe. For Old Tippecanoe, my boys ! For Old Tippecanoe, We’ll take a cup of cider yet For Old Tippecanoe. And surely you will give your votes, And surely I will too: And we’ll clear the way to the white house For Old Tippecanoe, For Tippecanoe, my boys ! For Tip-pe-canoe ! We’ll take a mug of cider yet For Tip-pe-canoe. A friend who has just returned from a tour through the Valley of the Mississippi informs us that the nomination of General Harrison appears to have annihilated, all former ■party distinction , and that a very large proportion of the old Jackson men are now as enthusiastic in their support of the people’s candidate, as those who have been uni¬ formly attached to his standard. We will therefore de¬ signate the following patriotic song OUR COUNTRY FOREVER !! 1 The people are rising all over the land, And resolving, as brethren should do, To bury dissensions, and join hand in hand In the cause of Old Tippecanoe. 3 34 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. The voice of their country now calls them, and they. As patriots faithful and true, Can never refuse her commands to obey, While led by Old Tippecanoe. Then rally, brave boys, with your banners on high. And the motto unfolded to view, “ For our country to conquer, or in battle to die,” By the side of Old Tippecanoe. The Tories full long have triumphant appeared, But now they begin to feel blue, For they know that a tyrant has never yet dared. To stand before Tippecanoe. His “cabin” is built up, of logs all unhewn, (They say, and we grant it is true,) But “another guess” house they’ll discover full soon. Is destined for Tippecanoe. His “ cider’s too hard” for our stomachs, say they, And admit it we readily do, But harder, by far, on their shoulders we lay, The lash of Old Tippecanoe. “ He is old,” they exclaim, but for that we don’t care, For so was Old Hickory too, The older, the tougher, to them will appear, The arm of Old Tippecanoe. But besides, “ he is poor,” and can never withstand The gold of Van Buren and Co.— But poor as he is, all the wealth of the land, Can’t “ buy up” Old Tippecanoe. And though the base minions of power may sneer, As their master compels them to do, They cannot regard without quaking and fear, The march of Old Tippecanoe. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 35 For the chaps that surround him are “just of the sort,” To “ lick up” a Tory or two ; A keen set of fellows, so runs the report, Are the soldiers of Tippecanoe. Then rally, brave boys, with your banners on high, And the motto unfolded to view, “ For our country to conquer, or in battle to die,” By the side of Old Tippecanoe. AN ACROSTIC. /Tune —“Scots wha hae Welcome ! welcome ! Harrison In honour next to Washington, Loving honest, good reform, Loving LIBERTY. In battle thou didst freely bleed. And was our help in time of need; May every one award the meed Harrison to praise. Every heart is now elate, Nought but Harrison the great, Re-echoes now from State to State Youths and old men all:— He will save our country yet Aside will the Sub-treasury set, Retrench—reform—honest men get Round him at Washington. In peace we all shall then be blest, Sons and sires will be at rest, Our country be no more oppressed, No more to be deceived. 36 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. In the remarks we make in the notes to this admirable song, we do not wish to be understood as casting any re¬ flections whatever upon the majority of those who com¬ posed the old Federal party, many of whom were among the purest and brightest patriots in the land ; but consider¬ ing the former party distinctions to have ceased with the last war, we do object to the leading partisans of the “ plunder party” denouncing as a Federalist every good patriot who is anxious to stop the leaks in the national treasury, and we do also most strenuously object to the false title of “ Democrat,” as claimed by those who were among the rankest of the Federalists, and who are now endeavouring to delude the people with the siren song of democracy. Out upon such hollow-hearted hypocrites!!! Did our limits permit, we would append notes to every name enumerated in the song, but their cases are so noto¬ rious, that we must content ourselves with a few striking comments. WHEN THIS OLD HAT WAS NEW. When this old hat was new, the people used to say. The best among the Democrats were Harrison and Clay ;* The Locos now assume the name, a title most untrue, And most unlike their party name when this old hat was new. * Harrison and Clay have always been genuine Republi¬ cans , not like the “ Patent Democrats ” of the present day : we refer to the testimony of Washington, Adams, Jeffer¬ son, Madison, and Monroe. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 37 When this old hat was new, Van Buren* was a Fed., An enemy to every man who laboured for his bread ; And if the people of New York have kept their records true, He voted ’gainst the poor man’s rights, when this old hat was new. When this old hat was new, Buchanarrf was the man Best fitted in the Keystone state to lead the Federal clan. He swore “ if Democratic blood should make his veins look blue, He’d cure them by Phlebotomy,” when this old hat was new. When this old hat was new, (’twas eighteen hun¬ dred eleven,) Charles Ingersoll\ did then declare, by all his hopes of heaven, “ Had he been able to reflect, he’d been a Tory true, And ne’er have thought it a reproach,” when this old hat was new. * Van Buren opposed the war, and then changed his course ; he opposed Mr. Madison, and again changed his -course ; he opposed the right of suffrage, and then advo¬ cated it; and we refer our readers to the records of the Reform Convention of New York, in corroboration of this statement. But our space will not allow us to enumerate his various twistijications and political tergiversations; they would fill a volume with the charges, specifications, and recorded testimony. f Mr. Buchanan declared during the war, “If I were conscious of the existence of one drop of democratic blood in my veins, I would apply to the nearest surgeon to let it out.” This we assert, and stand ready to prove. t Charles J. Ingersoll—“ If I had been capable of reason and reflection when the American colonies took Up arms against the mother country, I would have been a tory.” Very patriotic!—very!!! 38 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. When this old hat was new, of Richard Rush* ’twas said, To figure well among the Feds., he wore a black cockade ; Deny this, Locos, if you please, for every word is true, I knew full well old Diclcey Rush, when this old hat was new. When this old hat was new, the senator from Maine, Destroyed by fire an effigy,-j- to immortalize his name, * Richard Rush was the first man who mounted the Hack cockade , and was also the first man to respond to the lying and demmciatory resolutions passed at the recent Loco- foco town meeting in Independence Square, in which Ge¬ neral Harrison was villanously characterized as a “ black cockade Federalist,” when it is a matter of history that, except in the service of his country, he never wore any cockade, either black or tri-coloured. Consistency! thou art a jewel!! Col. John Thompson choked before he ar¬ rived at that resolution, for he recollected the toast he gave at a Democratic festival during the war, highly compli¬ mentary to General Harrison, as the brave defender of his country, and the Washington of the West. See the Demo¬ cratic Press of Oct. 1813, and the Aurora of Oct. 1813. f While reading this part of the song to a worthy me¬ chanic who happened to be in our office, he exclaimed, 11 1 saw this done” and at our instigation he gave us the following certificate, with permission to use and publish his name.—“ I saw this done ; it was burned on Robinson and Crosby’s wharf, in the town of Augusta, Maine ; there was powder in the head, and I saw and heard the explosion. I have seen Reuel Williams’s house brilliantly illuminated at the reverse of our arms during the last war.— James D. Emes.” What a thundering patriot!!! !! But as our volume is a 32mo. we must wait until we shall be called upon to in¬ dite a folio, when we pledge ourselves to show up in their true colours the “ patent democracy ” of the leaders and brawlers of the Van Buren party. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 39 The effigy was Madison's, if common fame be true, So Reuel Williams was a Fed. when this old hat was new. When this old hat was new, ’twas in the Granite State, That Henry Hubbard asked each town to send a delegate, To meet in council at the time when Federalism blue Made Hartford look like indigo, when this old hat was new. When this old hat was new, Sam Cushman did de¬ clare “ That should a soldier cross the lines, he hoped he’d perish there, And leave his bones in Canada for enemies to view So much for his “ Democracy,” when this old hat was new. When this old hat was new, Old Governor Provost The States invaded, at the head of numerous British host, Then mark, ye Locos, what did Martin Chittenden then do 1 Forbade Green Mountain Boys to fight! when this old hat was new. When this old hat was new, Woodbury and Van Ness, E. Allen Brown, and Stephen Haight were of the Federal mess, A. H. Everet, and Martin Field, and Billy Wil~ kins too, Now “ Patent Democrats,” were Feds., when this old hat was new. When this old hat was new, those worthies did op¬ pose The cause and friends of Liberty, and stood among their foes ; 40 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. Not so with “ Granny” Harrison, for at Tippecanoe He bravely fought the savage foe, when this old hat was new. When this old hat was new, the friends to Liberty Knew well the merits of Old Tip, while fighting at Maumee; Come now, huzza for Harrison , just as we used to do, When first we heard of Proctor's fall, when this old hat was new. GREAT NATIONAL WHIG SONG. “ In the strength of your might, from each mountain and valley,” Sons of Freedom, arise ! the time is at hand— Around Liberty’s standard we’ll rally, we’ll rally ; The star-spangled banner floats over the land. Then let the proud eagle spread his wings wide asunder, And burst from the trammels which strive to en¬ chain ; “If we rise in our strength, if we speak but in thunder,” The bit of “ striped bunting ” will flourish again. For our rights and our laws w r e’H' stand firm and united ; The blood of our fathers shall ne’er be forgot,— The faith and the honour they sacredly plighted, Shall never be tarnished by Anarchy's blot; Around Liberty’s standard, we’ll rally, we’ll rally;— Old Tippecanoe, boys, the watchword shall be; Its echo will thunder from each mountain and valley Of the home of the brave—the land of the free. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 41 The good ship Constitution among the breakers, and the gallant tars insist upon having a skilful and honest pilot. Our nautical correspondent told us a few weeks ago that Harrison was a great favourite among the sailors— a class of men who could appreciate his frank, noble, and generous character. He seemed rather indignant that no ditty had yet been penned by our poets, by which our gal¬ lant tars could give vent to their feelings in relation to this worthy gentleman—and threatened that, unless the omis¬ sion should be soon supplied, he would, himself, “albeit unused to the poetic mood,” perpetrate a song ! We were astonished at his rashness—but have been still more as¬ tonished at finding that he has executed his threat —as will be seen below. Ship a-hoy ! OLD TIPPECANOE AND THE JACKETS OF BLUE! Tune —“ Ye sons of Columbia The good ship of state is now driven ashore, The thunder howls round us, and dark tempests lower; The sea is fast rising—and breaks in the bay, And the hearts of the boldest are filled with dismay; She will founder, unless, with true patriot zeal, We get rid of the lubber who stands at the wheel! And take a new pilot, whose heart is true blue —■ And such we shall find in Old Tippecanoe, 42 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. Old “Tip” is a hero, brave, honest, and true, Who deserves the esteem of th e jackets of blue ; His bosom, so free from intrigue, guile, or art, Is the shrine of that treasure, a patriot’s heart. Besides, if we turn o’er his log, we shall find Him a foe to oppression—a friend to mankind. What say ye, then, sailors !— ye jackets of blue , Shall we choose as our pilot Old Tippecanoe 1 He has fought for our rights—and in peace he has shown That in state navigation he’s second to none ; His soul with the true “ live-oak grit ,> is imbued ! He is worthy to stand where a Washington stood ! Then give him the tiller —when he steps on deck, His firmness and wisdom will save us from wreck. Then summon him,, tars ! Shout, jackets of blue, “ Oh, haste to the rescue, Old Tippecanoe!” 3 Had he lived in a country where merit is known, And rewarded by pensions and praise, or a throne, Wealth, power, and fame would have been just his meed, And a humble “ log hut” had ne’er sheltered his head; [fessed— But his nature is noble —his worth stands con- The sons of Virginia — the pride of ihc west ! Come on, then, my hearties ! Ye jackets of blue, And salute with nine huzzas Old Tippecanoe ! OUR BALL WAS THERE. Suggested on the rolling of the Big Ball by the Allegany Delegation, at the Convention held in Baltimore, May 4, 1840. BY A BALL ROLLER. Our ball was there, our ball was there, ’Twas hailed with long loud huzzas, THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 43 Our ball was there, our ball was there, The “ Lion” of that glorious day. Stout hearts were there to defend that ball, The mountain boys were always nigh, And oh, to see how proud it rolled, Brought tears of joy to every eye. t Our ball was there, &c. Our ball has stood the Locos’ rage, That daring, reckless, dangerous crew, Who strove to take from history’s page, The laurels of the good and true. Our ball was there, &c. That ball is known where’er it goes, The pride and boast of a patriot band, Alike sustained mid friends or foes, It rolls o’er this once happy land. Our ball was there, &c. Then let it roll, then let it roll, Be this forever freedom’s home, For it was gained by our fathers’ toil, ’Tis hallowed ground, ’tis valour’s tomb. Our ball was there, &c. Then tread it proudly, keep the trust Our sires bequeathed, who signed that scroll; Guard sacredly the patriot trust, And o’er it let the big ball roll. Our ball was there, &c. THE LAST CABINET COUNCIL; or, THE DAWNING OF THE DAY OF RECKONING. Air—“ There’s nae luck about the house.” Sly Matty's face was overcast, His hopes began to lower, His kitchen cabinet he called, Besides the lawful four; 44 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. And bade them with a scolding tongue That each should truly say, If any chance remained for him, On next election day. For its Boyd and Harris, Linn and Price, And Swartwout they do say, Have toated off the nation’s cash. As lawful Loco prey. Then up steps Amos grim and thin, With sick and ghastly look ; You never would have thought that he Was scullion and chief-cook; “ Now, Matty dear,” said he, “ I’m sure The game is up with us; Those cursed Whigs will beat us now. They kick up such a fuss, About the outside quires and cash, You’d think the nation’s broke; And Blair and I, and Calhoun think This time they do not joke.” Says Blair to Mat —Good president, I think it is unlucky That I must streak it back again To teach school in Kentucky; But go I must, for I am sure, Our battles all are fought; And New York’s favourite son is beat, By “ sober second thought.” Now, Matty, don’t get sick, I’m sure We may as well clear out. And join that Loco-foco Price, And honest Sam Swartwout /” And next, says Paulding, “ I do wish To novels I had stuck, For writing them would ne’er have made Of me so lame a duck. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 45 Dear Matty , we must soon go back To quiet Kinderhook, And in your garret I will write Another shilling book, Oh dear! the times are very hard When wheat’s but fifty cents, But I’m the man that’s rich enough If I collect my ‘ rents.’ ” “ Come, Uncle Levi, tell us now What think you of Whig votes V* “ Oh dear! I fear they can’t be bought, With my sub-treasury notes. I’ve figured up my long reports, Arrayed in solid column, But where’s the CASH 1 the Whigs cry out With faces long and solemn. The cash is gone, and credit too, With our administration; And we have ruined every man Throughout the Yankee nation.” “ Now, Poinsett , you can cheer us up, With glad and cheerful sounds,” “ Oh no! I can’t, those cursed Whigs Have treed me with bloodhounds, We’ve got to quit the White House now, As fast as we can go, I’ll take my hat, and make my bow, For I am D. I. O. The spoils are gone—there’s nothing left Of paper, blanks, and twine, Anil every man is fortunate Who knows where he can dine.” “ Perdition catch you all,” says Mat , “ Come, Forsyth , you’re true blue, And are so versed in politics, Can tell me what to do I” 46 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. “I wish T could, for I am sure You’d hear it very soon, But I will go and advise with My friend J. C. Calhoun . For he’s the man to jump Jim Crow, And prove that black is white, He will convince you it’s noonday. When dark and pitchy night.” Now Harry Clay was passing by And hearing such a roar, With hasty strides he mounted up, And opened wide the door— “ Hallo !” says he, “ what means this noise Within this garrison 1 ■ You’d better all make tracks—here comes The patriot HARRISON.” So olf they ran with nimble legs, As fast as they could lean; And “ Granny” he took up the broom And swept the stable clean. OLD TIPPECANOE. SUNG AT THE BALTIMOBE CONVENTION,"mAY 4. Air —“ Rosin the bow.” t Ye Vanites of old Pennsylvany, Of every old state and each new; Take warning, come out with the many, And vote for Old Tippecanoe. We’ve a multitude here past enduring, Blair and Rives both begin to look blue ; They see there’s no chance for Van Buren, In a fight with Old Tippecanoe. New York and New Jersey are ours, Massachusetts, Connecticut too; THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 47 And Vermont, with her green mountain flowers, Will flourish for Tippecanoe. We’d a brush in Rhode Island but lately, Just to show ’em what Yankees could do ; And we flogged ’em all round most completely, In the name of Old Tippecanoe. In old never-tire Virginny, They have found of good Whigs not a few; She’s a state, sirs, I’ll hold you a guinea. Goes hollow for Tippecanoe. Who flies to the rescue ! Kentucky, Full of hearts gallant, loyal, and true ; We shall beat them with brave men and lucky Harry Clay and Old Tippecanoe. Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Their towns and green prairies go through; And you’ll hear, in each nook of the trio. Loud shouts for old Tippecanoe. On Michigan shores, in Missouri, The ball is in motion ’tis true; But Benton cries out, in a fury, ’Tis rolling towards Tippecanoe. Mississippi and Louisiana, Tennessee, Alabama, here view; They, from each noble hill and savannah, Send voices for Tippecanoe. Should I name all the people are for us, It is plain I should never get through; Then rejoice in the prospect before us— Huzza! for Old Tippecanoe! But before I quite finish my ditty, Let me claim, patriot Maryland, you; And hail! noble monument city, ^ Where we gather for Tippecanoe. 48 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. Before the adjournment, of the Convention at Augusta, the lion. John Holmes of Thomaston offered and read the following LOG CABIN SONG. Tune—“ Yankee Doodle.’ y It rather seems that humbug schemes Can never more cajole us; There’s such a run for HARRISON, That nothing can control us. The western world the flag’s unfurled, No faction can divide her; And all the rest will sign the test, “ Log cabin and hard cider'' When our frontiers were drenched in tears Their cabins sacked and gory, He struck the blow, chastised the foe, And conquered peace with glory. Then join the throng and swell the song, Extend the circle wider; And let us on for HARRISON, “ Log cabin and hard cider." When British bands and savage clans Unitedly assailed us, Our HARRISON was then the one Whose courage never failed us. Through all the west he stood the test, And all his foes confounded, And held his posts against the hosts, By whom he was surrounded. Though at the Thames some other names Come in to grace the story, He laid the plan and led the van To victory and glory. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. Then crown the throng and swell the song, And spread his glory wider, And join the men for “ HARRISON, Log cabin and hard cider.” Let Grundy sneer and Benton jeer The day of retribution ; We firmly trust ’twill be for us A dav of Restitution. And let Calhoun change every moon, And every such backslider, We’ll go as one, for “ HARRISON, Log cabin and hard cider.” No golden schemes, nor Benton dreams , No Swartwouts to beguile us, Nor any Price or other vice To purchase or defile us. With HARRISON our country’s one, No treachery can divide her, The thing is done with “ HARRISON, Log cabin and hard cider.” .Come, farmers all, attend the call, ’Tis working like a charmer, Hitch on the team, and start for him, For he’s a brother farmer. His cabin’s fit, and snug and neat, And full and free his larder, And though his cider may be hard, The times are vastly harder. With social joys—wives, girls, and boys, Our cabins and our cider, We’ll shout as one for HARRISON, And spread his glories wider. 4 50 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. The south and west will stand the test, In spite of every spoiler, And we’ll engage to seal the pledge For HARRISON and TYLER. NEW COMIC SONG. Tune — “Hey, come along, JoseyH Cum listen to me and I’ll sing you a song Which I promise you shall not be long ; And I know you’ll say it’s a fust-rate thing,] And dis is de tune dat I will sing; Hey, cum along, jim along, Josey, Hey, cum along, jim along, Jo. I spose you know the Whigs next fall, Are gwoin to stop de Loko ball; Gin’rawl Harr’sin he too strong for Martin, And at de lexshun will beat him sartin: Hey, cum along, &c. De spilers say dey will no hab him Kase how he lib in a log cabin; But de peple say dey do not kere, He shall hab de White House ’fore a year: Hey, cum along, &c. De Lokos say he drink hard cider, But dey only spread his fame de wider; And dey may ober dere shampane Make fun ob him, but it’s all in wane : Hey, cum along, &c. Yes, let um laf and call him granny, But it’s well for you my little Vanney, Dat he draw de Injuns and British far While you were talkin ’ginst de war: Hey, cum along, &c. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 63 ’ The author of the following song is t^esarne staunch old Republican who wrote the admirable song styled, “The Aristocracy of Democracy,” on page 57 of the Harrison Medal Minstrel. THE LOG CABIN CHIEF AND THE KINDERIIOOK Spider. A NEW SONG. Hail to the chief! who his country has served, For the sake of his country, not self, From honour’s bright path he never hath swerved, Nor bartered his glory for office or pelf; But preferred his “ log cabin” and his drink of hard cider, Than to crawl in a palace like the Kinderhook spider! Let the minions of power in ribaldry deal, And spit out their rancour and spite, For his fame, like the file, is of fine tempered-steel, Scorns the viper’s loud hiss and its venomous bite. Ay, the log cabined chief while he drinks his hard cider, Will smile at the minions of the Kinderhook spider. Let the Blairs and the Ritchies assail his good name, For on slander’s their hope and reliance;. When their lies are detected, they are callous to shame:— Sohe’ll laugh attheirmalice and bid them defiance. Ay ! the log cabined chief, while he drinks his hard cider, Will spurn the paid panders of the Kinderhook spider. Hail to the chief! who at the people’s command Is ready and willing to serve them once more, In the front of the battle he now takes his stand, With the blessing of Heaven their rights to restore, Soon from his log cabin and his drink of hard cider, He’ll sweep from the palace the Kinderhook spider. 64 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. All hail! to the chief! whose word is his bond, For sacred each promise he’ll keep ; Let the harpies who’ve preyed on their country de¬ spond, [sweep. For the word is REFORM and their styes he will Ah, the “ log cabin” chief whose drink is hard cider, Will brush from the palace the cobwebs and spider! Hail! hail! the old chief whom we’ve called from his plough, To aid in a true reformation ; To lift up his country out of corruption’s black slough, And place her once more in the world’s admiration; Ay, the log cabined chief whose drink is hard cider, Will drive from the palace the toads and the spider. Whigs ! Freemen ! Americans! let us all and each one, Withstand as our fathers withstood, The usurper who’d make us, for his profit alone, “The drawers of water and hewers of wood !” Hail! hail ! the log cabin and cask of hard cider ! And away with the rats! toads! adders! and spider! P. P. We offer another patriotic song, by the venerable author of the “ Aristocracy of Democracy COME, CHEER UP, YE WHIGS. A NEW SONG, INSCRIBED TO ALL TRUE-HEARTED AME¬ RICANS. Air—“ The star-spangled banner Come, cheer up, ye Whigs! for your cause it is glorious, Like your sires be united and like them be victorious, For freedom and honour was the meed of their toils, For independence they fought, and not like pirates for spoils. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 65 Come, cheer up, ye Whigs ! for your cause is divine, In “ Union for the sake of the Union” combine. To expel from all power each fell demagogue, Who’d expunge from our morals the whole Deca¬ logue. Come, cheer up, ye Whigs! resolved heart and hand To rescue your country from corruption’s foul band ; On the altar of Union light up Freedom’s fires And rush to the rescue, as of old did your sires. Come, cheer up, ye Whigs! “you are right, go ahead,” Your candidate has filled the Sub-Treasurers with dread, For he’s honest, he’s capable, he’s fearless and just, And with honour untarnished has filled every trust. Come, cheer up, ye Whigs! for most holy’s your cause, You strike for your country, constitution, and laws, Raise the banner of union inscribed Harrison ! Whose pole star’s his country, his guide Washington. Come, cheer up, ye Whigs! see your own Henry Clay. On the ramparts resisting the demagogues’ sway; No selfishness rankles in the patriot’s pure breast, And purer don’t live than our Hal of the West! Come, cheer up, ye Whigs ! lo, the man of the North, With the constitution displayed, in his might stand¬ ing forth, To rescue the country from the gripe of the knaves, Who’d the constitution destroy and of freemen make slaves ! Come, cheer up, ye Whigs! hurrah! go ahead! Your candidate has filled all the plunderers with dread; 5 66 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. Raise! the star-spangled banner of the Union on high. And contempt be his portion who Calhouning would fly- Now, onward, ye Whigs! for your cause it is glorious, United, you must, and you will be, victorious ! On, on ! to the rescue ! with your own Harrison » For many’s the victory for his country he’s won t P. P. THE DISPERSION OF THE SPOILERS. Am—“ Slar-spangled banner.” The spoilers came down like the wolf on the fold, And their train-bands were revelling in ill-gotten gold, And Benton’s hoarse howl on the gale did resound, Like the*deep deadly yell of the blood scenting hound. Like leaves of the forest when summer is green, In the year “ thirty-nine” their bought banners were seen, Like leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown In March “ forty-one” they lay withered and strown. For Freedom’s proud bird spread its wings on the blast, And the breath of his wrath laid them low as they passed, And the eyes of the Vanites grew deadly and chill. And sub-treasurers’ legs forever grew still. And there lay sad Amos distorted and pale With a curse on his lip and his grip on the mail, And there lay Calhoun with his nostrils all wide, And the “ galvanized corpse” lay stark by his side. And there lay “poor Pickins” and Duncan hard by With the Globe in his hand and a drop in his eye. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 67 And the kitchen was silent, the cabinet flown, The cravat of the humbugger hung there “ alone.” And the wail of the scullions is loud in their wo, The “ footstep” is vanished, the “ follower” laid low, And the popular might hath the spoiler expunged, The might of the freemen hath freemen avenged. The following song is capital. Let it go the rounds of the Republican press. OLD TIPPECANOE. Hurrah for the father of all the green West! For the Buckeye who follows the plough.! The foeman in terror his valour confest, And we’ll honour the conqueror now. His country assailed in the darkest of days, To her rescue impatient he flew ! The war whoop’s fell blast, and the rifle’s red blaze, But awakened Old Tippecanoe . On Maumee’s dark waters, along with brave Wayne , Green laurels he gleaned with his sword : But when peace on the country came smiling again, His steel to the scabbard restored. But wise in the council, as brave in the field, His country still asked for his aid ; And the birth of young empires his wisdom revealed, The sage and the statesman displayed. But the red torch of war, the tomahawk’s gleam, To the battle again called the true; And there where the stars and the stripes brightly stream, Rushed the Hero of Tippecanoe. 68 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. Now hark ! from the far frozen wilds of the north, What battle-shouts burden the gale 1 The hosts of Old England ride gallantly forth. And the captive and conquered bewail. His country recalls the bold chieftain she loves, The sword of “ Old Tip” she reclaims ; And victory heralds wherever he moves, The path of the Hero of Thames ! Hurrah for the Hero of Tippecanoe — The farmer who ploughs at North Bend! A soldier so brave, and a patriot so true, Will find in each freeman a friend. Hurrah for the “ Log Cabin” Chief of our choice ! For the Old Indian Fighter, hurrah ! Hurrah ! and from mountain to valley the voice Of the people re-echoes—hurrah ! Then come to the ballot box—boys, come along, He never lost battle for you : Let us down with oppression and tyranny’s throng, And up with Old Tippecanoe. HARK! THEY COME ! BY J. H. NORTHCOTT, Of Athens, Illinois, recently in Cumberland, on his way to attend the National Convention of Young Men in Bal¬ timore. Hark ! hark! from the west of the mountains, A voice from the log cabin crew, ' Who drink at the hard cider fountain, And fought under Tippecanoe— And fought, &c. Who cultivate orchards and cornfields, Defended by Tippecanoe. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 69 Heretofore, all the money we needed, From pork, corn, and flour we drew ; All raised from the soil we defended, When under brave Tippecanoe— When under, &c. From soil we’ve subdued by our labour, Since led by Old Tippecanoe. From this soil we’ve fed the loved Buckeye, And Hoosier and Sucker babes too ; Rejoicing ’twas parcelled to suit us, By schemes of Old Tippecanoe— By schemes, &c. Parcelled out to suit “ log cabin” farmers, By the efforts of Tippecanoe. But now at sub-treasury prices, Our taxes we’ll never get through, Till we call our friend to assist us, That led us at Tippecanoe— That led us, &c. With whom we beat British and Indians, At Thames, Meigs, and Tippecanoe. He’s good in the field and the council, The plough he wields skilfully too, As well as to portion to farmers, And conquer at Tippecanoe— And conquer, &c. In whom may we be so confiding,” As our friend Old Tippecanoe. From eastward, and northward, and southward, Come join us in what we will do ; We’ll pull at the string of the cabin, That’s knotted by Tippecanoe—- , That’s knotted, &c. Old soldiers will always be welcomed By warm-hearted Tippecanoe. 70 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL Lo ! eastward, and northward, and southward, In thunder they echo—we, too, Will call on the “ hard cider” farmer, That conquered at Tippecanoe— That conquered, &c. We’ll greet the old “ log cabin” farmer, And vote for brave Tippecanoe. See! onward ! en masse they’re moving, In earthquake voice uttering halloo ! For the White House exchange the log cabin, Thou hero of Tippecanoe— Thou hero, &c. For thee the White House we’ve determined, Oh hasten, Old Tippecanoe ! Hark ! hark ! how the American ladies, In cabins and palaces too, Are joining in song with their lovers, Huzza for Old Tippecanoe— Huzza for, &e.’ They sing in sweet strains to their lovers, Go vote for brave Tippecanoe. From city, and forest, and mountain, And likewise western prairies too, Each man will respond to his mistress, And vote for Old Tippecanoe— And vote, &c. Then send forth a tone like an earthquake, HUZZA FOR OLD TIPPECANOE!!! THE FARMER OF NORTH BEND. Tune—“ Auld lang syne.” Can grateful freemen slight his claims, Who bravely did defend THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 71 Their lives and fortunes at the Thames, The Farmer of North Bend 1 The Farmer of North Bend, my boys, The Farmer of North Bend, We’ll give a right good hearty vote To the Farmer of North Bend. The trump of Fame in storied song The patriot’s deeds shall tell, And Freedom’s voice the strain prolong, The gladsome chorus swell. The gladsome chorus swell, my boys, The gladsome chorus swell, We’ll join to-night in merry song, The gladsome chorus swell. The chieftain heard the stirring drum, And bent his soldier’s bow, But victor soon—he hastened home, His farming fields to mow. His farming fields to mow, my boys His farming fields to mow, Exchanged the sabre for tha scythe, His farming fields to mow. Though youthful valour bravely won The laurel for his brow* Yet victory’s own triumphant son Now holds the yeoman’s plough. N ow holds the yeoman’s plough, my boys, Now holds the yeoman’s plough, And soon we’ll try his trusty hand To hold the nation’s plough. Now hear the note, his country’s call, From the hill-tops and the shore, It comes from camp, and cot, and hall, And all the valleys o’er. 72 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL-. And all the valleys o’er, ray boys, And all the valleys o’er, It calls him to the rescue, boys. From all the valleys o’er. The hero, who, long years ago. Once wore the warrior’s mail, Now comes to beat the yeoman’s foe, A farmer with his flail. A farmer with his flail, my boys, A farmer with his flail. And they’ll get a right gude threshing yet From the farmer with his flail. Then cheer we up, my boys, to-night, A helping hand we lend, And pledge the old Key Stone to-night, To the Farmer of North Bend. To the Farmer of North Bend, my boys, To the Farmer of North Bend, We’ll pledge the old Key Stone to-night, To the Farmer of North Bend. “ Our sufferings is intolerable, and calls aloud for re¬ lief.”—Van Buren. Our rulers have been weighed in the balance and found wanting. The times are 1 sadly out of joint. The nation is diseased, and the people have decided that Harrison is the only physician who can effect a radical cure. THE BEST THING WE CAN DO. Tune —“ Malbrouk .” The times are bad and want curing, They are getting past all enduring; Let us turn out Martin Van Buren, And put in Old Tippecanoe. The best thing we can do, Is to put in Old Tippecanoe ; THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 73 It’s a business we all can take part in, So let us give notice to Martin, That he must get ready for starting, For we’ll put in Old Tippecanoe. A change of the administration Will be for the good of the nation, For it is now in a bad situation, So we’ll put in Old Tippecanoe, The best thing we can do, Is to put in Old Tippecanoe, And send the whole posse a packing, Van Buren and all of his backing; For we’ve tried them and found them all lacking, And we’ll put in Old Tippecanoe. We’ve had of their humbugs a plenty, For now all our pockets are empty ; We’ve a dollar now where we had twenty, So we’ll put in Old Tippecanoe. The best thing we can do Is to put in Old Tippecanoe ; For their roguery can’t be defended, And it is time that their reign should be ended ; We never shall see the times mended, Till we put in Old Tippecanoe. Uncle Sam ha’n’t a cent in his purse now, And matters are still growing worse now: There’s only one thing left for us now, It’s to put in Old Tippecanoe. The best thing we can do, Is to put in Old Tippecanoe : For we are all of us going to ruin, As long as we keep such a crew in. So let us be up and a-doing, And put in Old Tippecanoe. 74 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. THE VAN BUREN BALTIMORE ABORTIVE CON¬ VENTION, At which Mr. Grundy was “ born a veteran” and a plan concocted to give Colonel Johnson the coup de grace. Tune—“ Pretty Betty Martin , tiptoe fine, Couldn't get a sweetheart to please her mind. Pretty little Martin, tiptoe, tiptoe, Pretty little Martin, tiptoe fine, Couldn’t get a candidate for Vice-President, Couldn’t get a candidate to please his mind. Old Dick Johnson he wouldn’t answer, He was too rough for a President so fine ; Pretty little Martin tiptoe, tiptoe, Couldn’t get a candidate to please his mind. Pretty little Martin, tiptoe, tiptoe, Couldn’t make the Loco-focos toe the line, Some were for Polk and some for Johnson, But no one but Polk could please his mind. The Tennessee Loco-focos they wanted Polk in ; To poke him in for President next in the line ; Pretty little Martin, tiptoe, tiptoe, Couldn’t get a candidate to please his mind. Pretty little Martin, tiptoe, tiptoe, He couldn’t coax old Tecumseh to decline ; Old Tecumseh’s friends would not leave him ; To go for Mr. Polk did not please their minds. Polkites and Johnsonites wouldn’t pull together, The split was too wide, and they couldn’t make it join ; Pretty little Martin, tiptoe, tiptoe, Couldn’t get a candidate to please his mind. Pretty little Martin, tiptoe, tiptoe, The jig is up with him, as he will find; THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 75 His legs are not long enough to follow in the foot¬ steps ; He can’t make the party all go the whole swine. Now every Loco-foco has to pick a candidate, And run him for himself on his own hook and line, Pretty little Martin, tiptoe, tiptoe, Couldn’t get a candidate to please his mind. THE WHIG GATHERING. FOB THE YOUNG MEN’S NATIONAL CONVENTION AT BAL¬ TIMORE, MAY 4 , 1810 . Tune —“ Pibroch of Donnel Dhu.” Voice of the nation bold ! Voice of the nation ! Wake thy free tones of old, In loud invocation. Come away, come away ! Merchant and yeoman, Strengthen the Whig array , Strong ’gainst the foeman. Come from forest of Maine, Through the mist and the shower. Come o’er prairie and plain, From the south sunny bower. Come from high northern hill, And from green western hollow. With stout heart and good will Come, follow ! come, follow. Leave the store, leave the shore, Leave the crop and the cattle, Ten thousand strong and more, Troop to the battle. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL, Come every blue jacket, And true heart that wears one. Come each country crab-stick, And brave hand that bears one. Onward fall, one and all, On to your station, Hear ye the people call— “ Rescue the nation !” Faster come, every man, Faster and faster, Show quick the Tory clan, Who’ll be their master. Fast they come, fast they come : See them all ready ! Strike up the people’s drum, Stand firm and steady. Wave the Whig standard high, All bright in its glories— Then for the nation’s cry,— “ Down with the Tories!” HURRAH FOR HARRISON* Our flag is floating on the breeze, Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah; O’er mountains, vallies, lakes, and seas; Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ; Our rallying cry—a magic word, From Maine to Michigan is heard ; Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah Hurrah for Harrison! Press on, press on with Harrison, Hurrah, &c. The hero who so oft hath won ; Hurrah, &c. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL 77 With such a leader in the field, The foes of freedom soon must yield. Hurrah, &c. Comes from the east the stirring cry, Hurrah, &c. In trumpet tones of victory ; Hurrah, &c. The south gives back the cheering shout Dispelling fear, dissolving doubt. Hurrah, &c. Comes from the north the thrilling peal, Stand by him, Whigs, be true as steel; Hurrah, &c. Let recreant cowards turn and flee, We go for death or victory. Hurrah, &c. Comes from the west in thunder tone, Hurrah, &c. “ He is our best, our chosen one,” Hurrah, &c. East, west, north, south,—united won Their love for gallant Harrison. Hurrah, &c. ROLL THE DEMOCRATIC BALL. Air—“ Bruce's address Freemen ! hear your country’s call, Roll the Democratic ball, Let your voice be heard by all The foes of liberty. Now’s the day and now’s the hour, See they struggle hard for power: But in vain the Locos roar Against Democracy. 78 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL, Who will be a Loc,o slave, Who would not his country save, Who a monarch soon would have Let him turn and flee. Who Columbia’s glory love, Who for freedom, freemen prove; Onward to the battle move, Let us all be free. From all labour-crushing laius, From official plunderers jaws, And Sub-treasurers’ “ specie claws,” Keep your country free. Let HARRISON then lead the van, To carry out the glorious plan, Approved by every honest man Who loves his liberty. THE MAN BOTH WISE AND GREAT. Tune—“ Sittiii’ on n, rail.” There is a man both wise and great, Who lives up in the Buckeye state, Whom freemen now with hearts elate, Are shouting loudly for, Are shouting, &c. His name is Harrison. When the Indian with his bloody knife. And savage purpose sought for life, ’Twas there he joined the angry strife, Where brave men only fought, Where brave men, &c. By the side of General Wayne. Where bullets flew, mid fire and flame, He earned himself an honest fame, Undying as his own bright name, THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 79 The name of Harrison , The name, &c. The Farmer of North Bend. In after years with a chosen few, Of honest men both good and true, He triumphed at the Tip’canoe, The gallant Harrison , The gallant, &c. The Farmer of North Bend. And when with showy, glittering trains, The British came with swelling strains, ’Twas there he took them at the Thames , All prisoners of war, All prisoners, See. For Harrison, huzza! Then who like he, who years ago Beat back our proud and British foe, Can teach the spoilsmen how to go From out the capitol 1 From out, &c. Why ! none but Harrison. The patriot’s hope, sly Matty’s fear, Will mark the cause of victory here, Then let’s rejoice, and fondly cheer The name of Harrison. The name, &c. The Farmer of North Bend. Then freemen join and catch the strain That rises from each hill and plain, Declare that you, yourselves will reign, Through the Farmer of North Bend. Through the Farmer, &c. The gallant Harrison. 80 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL, DRAW, PATRIOT, DRAW THE SWORD! As an introduction to the following lines, I would briefly allude to the attempts of the administration party to bring into disrepute the military services of General Harrison. That a man who has devoted his whole life to the welfare of his country—who has braved danger in a thousand ways ; sacrificed health, fortune, and the delights of home, in defence of the rights which we now enjoy, should be thus vilified and traduced by his own countrymen , to the entire disregard of history and a host of living witnesses, adds but little to our reputation as a people of honour abroad, whilst the fact should be duly appreciated by him who would hereafter wish to win reputation in the capa¬ city of a soldier. “Honour to whom honour is due.” “Slander meets no regard from noble minds ; Only the base believe what the base only utter.” Beliefs Injured Innocence. Draw, patriot, draw the sword ! In Freedom’s holy cause; Bear down upon the hireling horde, Who’d trample on the laws. Strike for the land which gave you birth— The loved ones of your household’s hearth. Sink deep the gleaming blade ! (It smokes with human gore !) And see the dastard foeman fade. Forever from your shore ! Gain laurels at the cannon’s mouth— Give to thy country health and youth. Through forests wide and wild, Through swamps where serpents feed ; Go track the slayer of the child— The hater of your breed ! Wrest from his grasp the murderous knife, Red with the blood of sire and wife. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. V Endure the pangs of want— Breast the mad torrent’s wrath; Bid life with all its charms avaunt To tread the victor’s path. Then, warrior, hear the trump of fame Declare the meed thy merits claim. The warrior’s glorious meed ! What is it, Freedom’s sons ! A stainless memory, such as we’d Award to Washington’s? Such was it when imperial Rome Welcomed her conquering Caesars home. Freemen ! what is it now ? Alas ! not what it was :— No bay leaf now entwines his brow Who fights in Freedom’s cause. Lo ! hellebore, with poisonous breath— Of this ye’ll form the soldier’s wreath. Yes, freeman! would thy blood, W arm with a patriot’s zeal; Remember him who early trod, Miami’s battle field. Whose hairs in service, now grown white, Must yet endure the slanderer’s blight. Was it for this he braved The summer’s sultry heat 1 Was it for this, when tempests raved, He scorned the winter’s sleet 1 Was it for this, at Freedom's shrine, He offered up his life for thine 1 Back, back, defamer, back! Hence with thy leprous touch ! 6 81 82 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. Unclean !—thy crimes than hell more black, 5 Yet pity we as such. Ay, hide thee in thy serpent den, Thou loathsome thing—thou scorn’d of men Hail, Liberty ! From heaven Descend, and Oh, once more, Inspire us with the virtues given Unto thy sons of yore. And grant that we may ever be, As truly great—as truly free. Root faction from the land ! Burst, burst the galling chain With which a modern patriot band Would shackle us again ! Tear from his base their idols down, We wear no more a kingly crown. America, all hail!— Up with thy banner bright! Fling we our troubles to the gale, And forward to the fight! Our motto, right —by valour won, Our watchword— Truth and Harrison ! VAN AND THE FARMER Tune—“ The king and the countryman v A farmer there was who lived at North Bend, ' Esteemed by his neighbours and many a friend ; And you’ll see, on a time, if you follow my ditty, How he took a short walk up to Washington city. Ri tu, di nu, di nu, di nu, Ri tu di ni nu, ri tu, di nu, ri na. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 85 P It’s good to cheer him who has often cheered us, Then shout for Old Tippecanoe ! Here’s a health to Tippecanoe! Here’s a shout for Tippecanoe ! Here’s a health to the chief who was never yet beat, Three rounds for the honest and true ! Here’s luck to the hand that will toil! Here’s luck to the seed that is sown ! Who’s a poor man himself is a friend of the poor, And values their rights as his own. Then shout for Old Tippecanoe! Hurrah for Old Tippecanoe ! It’s time to turn out all the profligate herd, And put in OLD TIPPECANOE ! OUR OWN CINCINNATUS. Tune—“ Rosin the how.” Let us sing of Ohio’s old statesman A warrior, valiant and true, Our country’s most noble defender, The Hero of Tippecanoe. When Washington made him an ensign, To Wayne’s gallant army he flew ; And won for himself the proud title— The Hero of Tippecanoe. When the homes of the west were invaded, And tyranny struck her last blow, All'eyes were upon the old chieftain, The Hero of Tippecanoe. At the Thames his bright fame is recorded, Fort Meigs is a monument too ; And the journals of Congress proclaim him The Hero of Tippecanoe. * / 86 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. The country still loves her old soldiers. And soon will her gratitude show, By choosing as chief of her council, The Hero of Tippecanoe. The old and young Whigs of the nation, And the noble Conservatives too, Rally round with proud exultation, The Hero of Tippecanoe. In ’13 when he landed among us, The democrats hailed him true blue ; What since has ensued to dishonour The Hero of Tippecanoe 7 They say he lives in a log cabin, And loves to drink hard cider too ■ For this they are gravely opposing The Hero of Tippecanoe. The mountains and valleys are ringing, The death knell of Martin and crew ; The cities respond and re-echo, The Hero of Tippecanoe. Heard ye not the last gun from New England The Yankees are marshalling anew ; Connecticut’s true to our banner, And the Hero of Tippecanoe. For once let the Whigs pull together, In union their efforts renew, And this be their watchword in battle, “ The Hero of Tippecanoe.” The times are as hard as they can be. The Locos acknowledge them so ; What then can be lost by exchanging, Young Van for Old Tippecanoe I THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 87 Then fill up your mugs of hard cider, And pledge to the brave and the true, Let our motto be upward and onward, For the Hero of Tippecanoe. FREEMEN, AWAKE! Tune —“A life on the ocean wave.” Awake to the stirring sound ! Hark, hark to the loud alarms! A shout on the breeze is heard— ’Tis the people up in arms ! Then rouse to the rescue, rouse ! In a body all as one— Let your watchword be “ Our Rights f” And your war-cry, “ Harrison !” Awake, &c. In vain did our fathers toil And fight for the rights of man, If tyrants may scorn us now, And to take our freedom plan. We’ll let them know we’ll fight For the cause our sires have won, And our shout shall go forth aloud, “ The people and Harrison !” Awake, &c Let us teach these men in power What they seem not now to know, That they cannot stay an hour When the people utter “ go !” Then up with the shout again, Press the cry of victory on, “ The rights which our fathers gave, The people and Harrison! ” Awake, &c. 88 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL The worthy and patriotic of all nations are coming to the rescue of our abused country; and none evince a ho¬ lier determination to aid in maintaining our free institu¬ tions than those brave sons of the 11 Emerald Isle," who have the magnanimity to acknowledge their former errors, and resolve to atone for them by supporting the cause of the defender of their adopted country. Here is one of the almost numberless instances. From the Pottsville Log Cabin. 05- The following lines were written by a true-hearted son of the Emerald Isle, and a working man of this bo¬ rough. He voted for Van Buren at the last election, but can no longer support an administration which has proved itself to be opposed to the true principles of democracy, arid the rights and interests of the working man. The reader will easily perceive that these lines come from the heart , which is a sufficient recommendation. A SONG OF FREEDOM. Tune —“ St. Patrick's day in the morning .” Ye brave sons of freemen, I pray pay attention, Unto these few things I am going to mention, Concerning the times and the present oppression, Imposed by those Vans in their present profession : For nine years and more they have swindled us of our rights; But in the present year we will show them a sight— We’ll bundle them up and put them to flight, Before St. Patrick’s day in the morning. Remember how brave General Harrison stood, In a great many battles, in crimson and blood ; Defending your cause and his country’s rights, When the foe and the savage he put to flight. The people are flattered and truly deceived, Bv Van Buren, Buchanan, and other such knaves— But the time is drawing near when they’ll be relieved, Before St. Patrick’s day in the morning. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 89 Remember the battle of Tippecanoe, For General Harrison conquered there too— His cannon did roar, his foes they did fall, Like Joshua’s resound upon Jericho’s wall. So, now my brave boys, to the hustings repair, And for Harrison and Tyler we will give good cheer, And the sound of our voices our enemies will scare, Before St. Patrick’s day in the morning. So, now to conclude on these lines I have penned, There is no person breathing I mean to offend— I am no politician, but yet I can see I am always a friend to the brave and the free. May peace and tranquillity dwell in our land— For the office-holding crew we shall shortly disband; There are some will get blind in the Egyptian sand, Before St. Patrick’s day in the morning! J. C. G. THE TREASURY CHEST. Air—“ The Mistletoe hough.” The cabinet met in the White House hall, They knew there was going to be a squall; For some members had come to draw their pay ; To give them a spree and a holiday. And Martin was sad and his heart oppressed, As he turned his eyes on the Treasury chest; For well he knew, if the truth was told, That chest was bare both of silver and gold. Oh ! the Treasury chest, The Treasury chest. Then Martin looked up and he heaved a sigh, While the devil stood ready to help with a lie ; There’s our Treasury chest as you all may see, But Levi’s gone out and has taken the key: 90 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. Just call next month when some lands are sold, And we’ll pay you your wages in silver and gold; And should the Whigs ask you, I have to request That you wont say one word of our Treasury chest. Oh ! the Treasury chest, The Treasury chest. The members went off; and they all began To puzzle their brains to plot and plan, And Kendall was sent to smuggle the mail; And Woodbury took some drafts for sale, And Paulding he cut down the sailor’s cups ; And Poinsett took for sale some blood-hound pups, And Martin cried, now my mind is at rest, At length we’ll have gold in our Treasury chest. Oh ! the Treasury chest, The Treasury chest. They tried to sell but none would buy, They tried to pump but the w r ell was dry; They tried to borrow but none would lend, For all knew their days were near their end. But their smuggling scheme was the worst by far, For Amos was caught and kicked out of the car, So they sought the White House as a place of rest Arid all sat in tears round the Treasury chest. Oh ! the Treasury chest, The Treasury chest. But the fourth of March caused a dreadful rout, For Mat and his robbers were all turned out; And the cabinet scattered, for well they knew They could not play tricks on Old Tippecanoe : And they knew the old hero who fought in the field Was as cunning as they, and too honest to yield, And that in obeying the people’s behest He would soon find the rights of the Treasury chest. Oh ! the Treasury chest, The Treasury chest. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 91 Then old Harrison came with his oaken stick, To the Treasury chest, and gave it a lick; The old rotten doors flew back with a sound, But the devil a dollar was there to be found; But some Treasury drafts that good blow did re¬ veal, Too ragged to pass and too worthless to steal; And Woodbury whimpered, I vow and protest The rats must have got in the Treasury chest. Oh! the Treasury chest, The Treasury chest. NEW ZIP COON. Oh its gwine to the White House todder arternoon, Oh its gwine to the White House todder arternoon, Oh its gwine to the White House todder arternoon, And who should I meet but John Calhoun. Oh John Calhoun is a very larned scholar, Oh John Calhoun, &c. For he strikes up our rogues’ march and makes Van Buren follow. Oh its Jim Buchanan the Locos love to sarve, Oh its Jim Buchanan, &c. For he says put down de wages and let de work¬ men starve. Oh its Mat. Van Buren the Locos love to see, Oh its Mat. Van Buren, &c. For he cheats all the folks wid his Sub-Treasury: Possum up a gum tree, cooney in a holler, Possum up a gum tree, &c. For Price he hold de bag, while Swartwout steals de dollar. 92 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. Oh we’ll sing, Go it, Tip; and we’ll sing, Come it, Ty- Oh we’ll sing go it Tip, See. [ler, When de people raise de steam they’ll bust poor Matty’s biler. Oh, Oh Jineral Harrison deserves his country’s thanks. Oh, Oh Jineral Harrison, &c. For he licked all de Indians on de river Wabash banks. I’ve got some news from Bedford, and Jim says its worth a dollar, I’ve got some news from Bedford, &c. For de people there have slipped their necks from de Loco-foco collar. For when it came election time de people turned about, For when it came, &c. [Locos out. And put an honest patriot in and they turned those Oh meat upon the goose foot t’ marrow and de bone, Oh meat upon the goose foot, &c. For de Loco-foco steal de cash and let de people groan. Old Kate walked to North Bend, and I walked be- ' side her, Old Kate walked to North Bend, &c. And there we saw old Harrison a drinking of hard cider. There came along a soldier, says Old Tip you better stop, There came along a soldier, &c. For while my pitcher holds a drink a friend must have,a drop. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 97 Now sober and steady, will start to explore, With her cargo of Vans, that late colonized shore, Up Salt river, &c. The New Jersey next will be loudly cheered on, By Maxwell, Aycrigg, Halsted, Y ork, and Stratton, Whilst Dickerson, Cooper, Ryall, and two more, Will take ioithout contest their seats on that shore. Away up Salt river, &c. Missouri, new rigged, will next hoist her sail, Harrisonians will give her a glorious gale. At the port which she starts for, she proudly will call, Leaving Tumble Bug Benton a rolling his ball, On the shore of Salt river, &c. The noble Ohio is ready likewise, The pride and the glory of all the Buckeyes; She’s freighted with Locos, the Shannons, and more, And quasi Medary to land on that shore, Away up Salt river, &c. And as we sail on we’ll be still looking back, For the ships we expect on the very same track, For Virginia, Kentucky, and some half dozen or more, Are bound for the port on that fast filling shore, Away up Salt river, &c. When they’re all under way, we will knock off a toast, To Old Tippecanoe, our pride and our boast: He’ll be President next; for changes then look, As sour crout is transported from old Kinderhook, Up Salt river, &c. 7 98 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. TO KING MARTIN. Tune—“ Pensez a moi, When freemen wake and dream no more, And now the contest has begun ; When shouts resound from shore to shore, In praise of gallant Haruisojt ; Then while those pealing sounds you scan. Think upon Tip, King Martin Van. When cringing dogs do bend the knee, And tell thee many a honeyed tale, About thy power and majesty^; How ’gainst the Whigs you will prevail, Then while you think secure you stand. Think upon Tip, King Martin Van. When High-Priest Amos wields the quill, Plucked from a demon’s wing of yore: You think he writes with mystic skill, To lull us all to sleep once more; Then ere his wicked works began, Think upon Tip, King Martin Van. When those who do the plunder share, And feed thine ear with idle lies, When they, thy mighty way declare, And send thy wisdom to the skies, Then when around thy throne they stand, Think upon Tip, King Martin Van. When brave old Tip has threshed you all, And rents his cabin at North Bend, When exiled from the White House hall, You sadly Kinder-hook-ward wend ; Then when you see your father’s land, Think upon Tip, poor Martin Van. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 99 THE HUGE PAW. Tune—“ Law.” Come list to me a minute, A song, I’m going to sing it, You’ll find there’s something in it, ’Tis all about a paw. P, A, W, paw, The hugest ever you saw, If you’ve any commiseration For the luckless situation Of this bamboozled nation, Hear the tale of this HUGE PAW. The wheel was lustily spinning, The merchant merrily grinning, And cash the farmer was winning, As fast as he could claw. C, L, A, W, claw, Went each industrious paw ; And all was jollification, Till a meddling botheration Confounded the circulation! Of the blood of this HUGE PAW. For a quack came slily creeping, While Uncle Sam was a-sleeping, And, astride of his shoulders leaping, Like a hungry dog did gnaw. G, N, A, W, gnaw, All the flesh of his honest paw, 100 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. And with mighty speechification, Made a blarneying protestation, How he’d “ better his circulation,” By the wag of his impudent jaw! But, sirs, the quack was a Tory, And his wonderful “ blaze of glory, To make short work of the story, Was puffed away in a flaw ! F, L, A, W, flaw, Like snow in an April thaw! If you’ve any commiseration, Think of Uncle Sam’s consternation, When he felt the sudden prostration Of the strength of his HUGE PAW ! But the rogues will soon be nabbin, If guessing I’m any dab in; So—come out of that log cabin , Old soldier among the straw ! S, T, R, A, W, straw, Shall tickle ’em all till they jaw. Then sound a loud acclamation, ^ And hand him into his station. For he’s the man for the nation, To wield of reform the HUGE PAW. So, Tories, prepare to knock under, For he’ll down upon you like thunder, And smite your whole squad asunder, With his HUGE and VETERAN PAW. P, A, W, paw. Will hit you over the raw ! Then hurrah for the Whigs and the nation! And a shout of loud jubilation For the glorious restoration Of the HUGE and PATRIOT PAW. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 101 A DEMOCRATIC HARRISON SONG. DEDICATED TO THE SIXTH WARD TIPPECANOE CLUB OP CINCINNATI. Tune — 11 A landlady of France.” It always has been told, That the Loco-focos bold Could beat the Whigs to pieces, and so handy 0 ! But they now have found their match, And will see when conies the “ scratch,” That the Tippy-boys for fighting are the dandy O! The “ White House,” a mansion bold, Where the spoilers have their hold, Is governed by Van Buren, the Grandee 0 ! With as choice a kitchen crew As ever salary drew, They could flog the Tippy-boys, so handy 0 ! When the “ log cabin” hove in view, Says sly Martin to his crew, Come clear the house for action, and be handy 0 ! To the weathergage, boys, get her, . And tojmake his tools fight better, He promised them fat offices, the dandy 0 ! Then Matty loudly cries, Make this cabin, boys, your prize, You can, if you’ll but try right hard and handy O ! I’ll reward you well you know, And to work you all must go, And do not fail to use the gold and brandy 0! The Locos’ shot flew hot, But the Whigs they answered not, Until they had all things well fixed and handy O! Says Old Tippy to his crew, “ Now let’s see what we can do, We’ll take this pseudo Democrat, this Grandee 0 !” 102 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. The first broadside we poured, Carried Connecticut by the board, Which made the Locos look quite abandoned 0 ! Then Matty shook his head, And to his scullions said : “ I begin to fear Old Tippy’s name’s the dandy O !” Our second told so well, That Rhode Island quickly fell, And Virginia, she surrendered, so handy 0 ! Says he, “Amos, we’re undone, Aye, every mother’s son While the Tippy-boys were shouting “We’re the dandy O! Then Martin says to Amos: “No one can hardly blame us, If you will now turn editor, so handy 0 ! You must wear another robe, And write daily for the Globe ; Cheer up, let’s take a hearty pull of brandy 0 !” Come fill your glasses full, And we’ll take a hearty pull, Ye “ Log Cabin and Hard Cider Boys,” of brandy 0 ! We’ll drink a toast so true, To the Hero of Tippecanoe; That he will be our President, so handy O ! A song preparatory to the great and enthusiastic con¬ vention held at Columbus, Ohio, on the birth day of the immortal Washington , Feb. 22, 1840. OLD TIPPECANOE. Air —“ Rosin the bow.’* Ye jolly young Whigs of Ohio, And all ye sick “ Democrats” too, THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 103 Come out from among the foul party, And vote for Old Tippecanoe. And vote for Old Tippecanoe. The great twenty-second is coming, And the Vanjacks begin to look blue, They know there’s no chance for poor Matty, If we stick to Old Tippecanoe. If we stick, &c. I therefore will give you a warning, Not that any good it will do, For I’m sure that you all are a-going,. To vote for Old Tippecanoe. To vote, &c. Then let us be up and a-doing, And cling to our cause brave and true; I’ll bet you a fortune we’ll beat them, With the Hero of Tippecanoe. With the hero, &c. Good men from the Vanjacks are flying, Which makes them look kinder askew, For see they are joining the standard, With the Hero of Tippecanoe. With the hero, &c. They say that he lived in a cabin, And lived on old hard cider too ; Well, what if he did 1 I’m certain He’s the Hero of Tippecanoe. He’s the hero, &c. Then let us all go to Columbus, And form a procession or two, And I tell you the Vanjacks will startle, At the sound of Old Tippecanoe. At the sound, &c. 104 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. And for one I’m fully determined, To go, let it rain, hail, or snow, And do what I can in the battle, . For the Hero of Tippecanoe. For the hero, &c. And if we get any ways thirsty, I’ll tell you what we can do ; We’ll bring down a keg of hard cider. And drink to Old Tippecanoe. And drink, &c. THE PEOPLE’S RALLY. Come, come to the meeting, Come one, and come all. For true hearts are beating, Responsive the call; From highland and valley— From mountain and plain— Come, come to the rally, Our rights to regain. Indignantly spurning The yoke of the slave, With liberty burning, We cringe not, nor crave; Our banner is flouting Its red wings on high, And freemen are shouting To do or to die. Let trijlers preach Union For office and spoils; We shun a communion Environed with toils; THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 105 Away with caresses, Contrived to betray, The tunic of Nessus Were better than they. Our country forever, From Sabine to Maine; No true Whigs will sever One link in the chain,— No pretences hollow, No mixing of creeds— Our flag we will follow Wherever it leads. Then come to the meeting, Come one and come all. For time hearts are beating, To answer the call; From highland and valley— From mountain and plain— Come, come to the rally, Our rights to regain. THE HURRAH SONG. Old Tip’s the boy to swing the flail, Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! And make the Locos all turn pale, Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! He’ll give them all a tarnal switchen, When he begins to clear the kitchen. [rah ! Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hur- Ploughboys, though he leads in battle, Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! He’s a team in raising cattle, Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah 106 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. And though old Proctor at him kicked, He’s the chap that ne’er was licked. Hurrah, hurrah, &c. His latchstring hangs outside the door, Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! As it has always done before, Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! We vowed by Whigs he should be sent To Washington as President. Hurrah, hurrah, &c. In all the states no door stands wider, Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! To ask you in to drink hard cider, Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! But any man that’s “ given to grabbin,” Ne’er can enter his log cabin. Hurrah, hurrah, &c. For such as Swartwout, Price, and Boyd, Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! His honest soul will e’er avoid, Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! And poverty he thinks no crime, But welcomes it at dinner time. Hurrah, hurrah, &c. So here’s three cheers for honest Tip, Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! We’ve got the Locos on the hip, Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! 1 We’ll roll them all far up Salt River, There let them stand to shake and shiver. Hurrah, hurrah, &c. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL THE FARMER PRESIDENT. Tune—“ The Poachers Did you ever hear of the farmer That lives up in the West; Of all the men for President The wisest and the best 1 To put him in the capitol, We’ve found a capital way : Oh ! we’ll sing a Harrison song by night, And beat his foes by day. Oh ! we’ll sing, &c. Come, all of every station, The rich as well as poor; For all the farmer had a place Who ever sought his door: He never shrunk before the rich , Nor turned the poor away : Oh ! we’ll sing a Harrison song by night, And beat his foes by day. Oh ! we’ll sing, &c. Come all the folks of every age, The old as well as young; There’s not in all Columbia A name more justly sung; The bravest of the brave was he, When found in deadly fray. Oh ! we’ll sing a Harrison song by night, And beat his foes by day. Oh! we’ll sing, &c. When gathered into council, Among the wise and great. He never thought to serve himself, But wisely served the state; 108 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. A statesman he of vigour yet, Although his locks are gray ; Oh ! we’ll sing a Harrison song by night, And beat his foes by day. Oh ! we’ll sing, &c. There’s news about election Borne on in every gale, A shout from every place is heard. About the plough and flail; And freemen’s voices gladly join To catch the sound so gay : Oh! we’ll sing a Harrison song by night. And beat his foes by day. Oh! we’ll sing, &c. Then raise the Harrison banner Upon the outward walls ; The word is rolling trumpet-tongued : The hero’s rival falls ; The cry of victory rends the air— It swells the joyous lay : Oh ! we’ll sing a Harrison song by night, And beat his foes by day. Oh ! we’ll sing, &c THE WHIG RALLY. Tune—“ Bruce's address .” Ye who fought with Washington, Ye who oft with Jackson won. Onward now with Harrison, On to victory. Now’s the day the Vanites cower, See the office-holders lower, Trembling for departing power, ; Got by knavery. f THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. Who will cling to sinking Van I Who will join his robbing clan'? Give him Price and Swartwout’s plan, Let him turn and flee. Who for freedom and reform, With his bosom kindling warm, Pledges honour, heart, and arm 1 Pledge them now with me. By our suffering, bleeding land, By the soul that nerves the hand, We will fall or conquerors stand, Conquerors firm and free. Bring your proud oppressors down, By your votes the deed is done, Hoist the flag of Harrison ! Flag of Liberty ! FOR HARRISON, HUZZA! Tune—“ Frog in a well ,” or any equal measure. Ye Whigs, Conservatives, and all, Listen to your country’s call, For troubles “ press her to the wall,” Party giving law / There’s nothing, surely, more sublime. Than freemen roused in party time, To save their lands from plot and crime : Republicans, huzza! The Tory Lord of Kinderhook Honest men have most forsook; There’s naught of him, where’er we look, Confidence can draw ! We to the Locofoco clan, The patent demo's leave the man, And riddance seek from wizzard Van ! Republicans, huzza! 109 110 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. This man you know has often told, That our land should flow with gold; And honest men their freedom sold, * For this dictum law . His plans are only to deceive : Leg Bail, is all the treasurers give: But still our cause, we can retrieve; Republicans, huzza! We feel oppression bearing on, Taxes high, and money low, And officers exempt, alone, From destructive law. Then, Whigs, advance, of every grade. Your country to redeem and aid, In freedom’s panoply arra} r ed ; Republicans, huzza! We for the country firmly stand. As a patriotic band ; From party men, of party-brand, We, of course, withdraw. “Our country first, our country last,” Her standard, “ nailing to the mast,” “ We’re clear for action,” standing fast, Republicans, huzza! We know, indeed, that men must rule, But we spurn the party tool, Republicans of ancient school Our actions draw. Of such, the man for whom we go, He’s known to all, and this we know, His feelings for his country flow ! ’Tis Harrison—huzza! What public good has Martin done 1 None, that ever saw the sun! His schemes are all for “ number one,” Power and wealth to drsw. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. Ill &ur friend is quite another man, To help the people all he can, His steady aim, his only plan ; For Harrison, huzza! When savage tribes together planned, Proctor’s troops—Tecumseh’s band, By deadly war to scourge our land, Breaking treaty—law ! He fought the foe, in plains, in wood, He through the hottest battles rode, And victory came from fields of blood ; For Harrison, huzza! We all shall go for Harrison, With him there’s no comparison, In marshalled fields—in garrison, An organic law! He always for his country stood, In peace, in war, through storm and flood Devoted to the public good ! For Harrison , huzza! THE HERO STATESMAN. Tune—“ The Campbells are coming He comes from the west, in the strength of his name, - The favoured of song, and the hero in fame; He’s the people’s own choice, and his resting shall be At the side of the brave and the hearts of the free. No more in the shade of retirement he’s laid, Where the warrior’s plume rests with his chivalrous blade; For his country demands his true service again, To protect with his sword, and defend with his pen. 112 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. ‘ He comes from the west in the strength of his lame The favoured of song, and hero in fame; He’s the people’s own choice, and his resting shall be At the side of the brave in the hearts of the free. Though gray be his locks, there’s a fire in his eye, That flashes in scorn when a foeman is nigh; To the poor and oppressed who his kindness implore, He never in scorn shuts his hand or his door. Then hail to the hero who merits our thanks, To the statesman who lives on Ohio’s green banks, For the banner of freedom that floats to the breeze, Shall ne’er be dishonoured on lands or on seas. He comes from the west, &c. When joined with the wise and engaged with the great To act for his country in councils of state. No traitor unscathed shall escape from his hand— The boldest he’ll sweep from a place in the land. Though dastards revile, and though cowards defame, They dim not the glory of Harrison’s name : And louder and broader our plaudits shall rise For the hero so bold, for the statesman so wise. He comes from the west, &c. JOHN C. CALHOUN MY JO. ’Tis true, ’tis pitiful—’tis pitiful, ’tis true!! Tune —“John Anderson, my Jo.” John C. Calhoun my Jo John, I’m sorry for your fate, You’ve nullified the tariff laws, you’ve nullified your state; VTou’ve nullified your party, John, and principles, you know, And now you’ve nullified yourself, John C. Calhoun my Jo. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 113 Oh! John, how could you look into the face of Henry Clay 1 The glory of the Western World and of the world away ; You called yourself his “master,” John, but that can ne'er be so, For he “ would not own you for a slave,” John C. Calhoun my Jo. The Father of the Tariff, John, and Patron of the Arts, He seeks to build his country up in spite of foreign parts; And Harrison will soon upset the little Van & Co., And renovate the Ship of State, John C. Calhoun my Jo. John C. Calhoun my Jo John, ambition in despair, Once made you nullify the whole , the half of it to share; The “ whole hog now you’ve gone,” John, with Kendall, Blair & Co., But “ you’ve got the wrong sow by the ear,” John C. Calhoun my Jo. American mechanics, John, will never sell their votes For Mint Drops or for Treasury Bills, or even British coats ; They want no English coaches, John, white ser¬ vants they forego, For their carriage is of Yankee stamp, John C. Calhoun my Jo. Oh! John, he is a slippery blade with whom you’ve got to deal, He’ll pass between your clutches too, just like a living eel; 8 114 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL." You think he’ll recommend you, John, but Van will ne’er do so, For he wants the fishes for himself, John C. Cal¬ houn my Jo. John C. Calhoun my Jo, John, if this you dare to doubt, Go ask the Living Skeleton, who deals his secrets out, His favourites are marked, John, the mark you can¬ not toe, And you’ll soon repent the bargain made, John C. Calhoun my Jo. This is a dirty business, John, go wash your little hands, And never bow your knee again to cunning Van’s commands; “ How you are off for soap,” John, I cannot say I know, But “ your mother does not know you’re out,” John C. Calhoun my Jo. The brave sons of the South, John, will never own you more, And Benton’s Mint Drops will not save—you’re rotten to the core ; The people will no power, John, on such as you bestow, And you’ve jumped your final somerset, John C. Calhoun my Jo. John C. Calhoun my Jo John, you’ll ride with lit¬ tle Van, From yonder Whited Sepulchre, with all its motley clan; The journey will be long, John, now mind I tell you so, For they never can return again, John C. Calhoun my Jo. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 115 Then better men, my Jo John, our sad affairs will fix, Republicans in principle, the Whigs of seventy-six ; The offices they’ll purge, John, Swartwouters all will go, And sycophantic fellows too, John C. Calhoun my Jo. The farmer of North Bend, John, will plough the weeds away, And the terror of Tccumseh then will gain another day; America will flourish, John, mechanics find employ, And our merchants will rejoice indeed, John C. Cal¬ houn my Jo. John C. Calhoun my Jo John, when one term shall expire, He’ll drop the reigns of power, and with dignity retire, To look upon a smiling land, that he has rendered so. And every Whig will cry Amen ! John C. Calhoun my Jo. We cannot more appropriately introduce the following song, than by copying the speeches said to have been de¬ livered by the Secretary of war, and by him of the Globe, on the occasion of the “ presentation by the War f unctiona ry of a stand of colours to the 1st Regiment of Republican blood¬ hounds The Secretary, holding in his hands a stand of colours, decorated with the scalp of an Indian , and the flagstaff surmounted by the head of a hound, instead of the eagle or the cap of liberty , is supposed to perpetrate this speech:— “Fellow-citizens and soldiers !! In presenting this stan¬ dard to the 1st Regiment of Bloodhounds, I congratulate 116 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. you on your promotion from the base and inglorious pur¬ suit of animals, in an uncivilized region like Cuba, to the noble task of hunting men in our Christian country! Our administration has been reproached for the expense of the Florida war, so we have determined now to prosecute it in a way that’s dog cheap! Hence, in your huge paws' we put the charge of bringing it to a close. Be fleet of foot and keen of nose, or the Indians will escape in spite of your teeth. Dear Blair here shows you a map of Flo¬ rida, the theatre of your future deeds. Look to him as the trumpeter of your fame, who will emblazon your acts as far as “ The Globe” extends. He feels great interest in all his kith and kin, and will, therefore, transmit your heroism, in dog grel verse to the remotest posterity.” The “walking skeleton” of the Globe, kneeling before the canine regiment, and holding before them the map of Florida, bow-wows this address:— “I take pleasure in pointing out to you, my bretliren-vn- arms, the seat of’a war, the honour of terminating which, our master has put in the paws of our race. I have no doubt you will all prove like myself, good collar-men in the cause.” General Harrison fought and conquered the hostile In¬ dians in the old-fashioned style, but it was reserved for General Van Buren to introduce the quadrupedal mode of warfare.— Van Buren’s Art of War. WAR SONG OF THE BLOODHOUNDS. Tune —“ All the blue bonnets.” Bow ! wow ! Tray, Blanche, and Tally-ho ! Why, ye dogs, why don’t ye forward in order] Bow ! wow ! Ring-tail and Tally-ho ! Four legs against two on the Florida border. Towser don’t wag your tail, Cato is on the trail, Csesar is howling his signal for battle ; Sport has his nose in trim, fleetness you know’s in Jim. Up with your tails, and make meat of the cattle ! Bow ! wow ! &c. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 117 Bow ! wow! be of good muscle, dogs ! Are we not soldiers of Uncle Sam’s army 1 Bow ! wow !—on to the tustle, dogs, Up with your noses—the scent is quite balmy. Take care of rattle snakes—’tis hard to battle snakes, Legs, they have none, while we have got four on ’em. Prig up your noses, dogs—yell like old Moses’ dogs, We’re cannon all over, and fit to make war on ’em. Bow ! wow! &c. Bow ! wow ! Ponto, Quiz—all the dogs, Up the wrong tree you long have been barking: Bow ! wow ! Whistle and call the dogs, Now is no time to be lounging and larking. On to the Seminoles—a drama from Sherry Knowles Soon will immortalize all who die tragically ; Bark out your war-note, then — echo through swamp and glen, We’ll do the thing quickly, neatly, and magically. Bow! wow ! &c. “ Cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war.”— Ha¬ voc, indeed, but not to the enemy. Havoc only to the Treasury— poor as it is. Look at the bill of particulars for the importation of the Florida Bloodhounds, which we quote from the Newark Daily : The Territory of Florida to R. Fitzpatrick, Dr. Jan. 1840—For 33 Bloodhounds, purchased in Cuba,.$2,733 00 Expenses at Matamoras and Key West, includ¬ ing port charges and quarantine dues; vo- lante hire to go to the south side of Cuba ; and expenses at Madroga ; transportation of the dogs to Matanzas ; provisions for the dogs at Matanzas and Key West; carpenters’ bill for making dog houses ; lumber, old canvass, &c. 503 99 Charter of the sloop Marshall, for the voyage to Matanzas and back to St. Marks, ... 600 00 118 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. This sum, advanced to the 5 Spaniards who ac¬ company the dogs, as per accounts herewith, 136 63 Passports for those 5 Spaniards, ... 26 25 Paid for 87 lbs. fresh beef, in Tallahassee, for d °gs,.6 96 My compensation,. 1,000 00 Cr.—B y this sum, received from the Union Bank, L by order of Gov. Call,. 5,000 00 Balance,.$6 83 Uncle Sam will find $5,000 rather a heavy item for 33 dogs, which, after all the cost, have not caught a single Indian. TIP-TOP SONG ABOUT TIPPECANOE. ’Tis the tip of the fashion for brave hearts and true. To join in the shout for brave Tippecanoe; The soldier, the farmer, the statesman, the friend, Who fought at the Thames, and who lives at North Bend ; W r ho gathered his laurels where bravely they grew, Mid the slaughter and carnage of Tippecanoe. Tippecanoe, Tippecanoe. An honest old soldier is Tippecanoe. No parasite he at the footstool of power, To flatter and fawn for the rule of an hour, All honour and manliness basely to smother, And avow it his glory to follow another; Oh, no, for our hero is honest and true, And the tip-top of honour is Tippecanoe. Tippecanoe, Tippecanoe, The tip-top of honour is Tippecanoe. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 119 Though the frosts of old age may have whitened his brow, Yet the light of his deeds round his temples will glow; Like the sun on the mountain whose head in the sky Receives the first snow on its summit so high, But will show forth in majesty, beauty, and light, When the valleys below are all shrouded in night—• Tippecanoe, Tippecanoe, And thus stands the soldier bold, Tippecanoe. Then join in the shout that so loud has gone forth From the east and the west, from the south and the north ; From the prairies and lakes to the briny blue sea, The shout of the mighty, the bold, and the free, From the cold Granite State to warm generous Lou¬ isiana they shout for brave Tippecanoe. Tippecanoe, Tippecanoe, The tip of all tips is brave Tippecanoe. HURRAH FOR BRAVE TIPPECANOE. Tune—“ Hurrah for the bonnets of blue” v ,r ^ : s good to be honest and wise, peace 120 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. When his soldiers he came to dismiss And bid them a hero’s adieu, He said, “ My brave boys, when you come to my hut, rhere’ll be a plate ever ready for you.” Hurrah, &c. His youth in our service he spent, With a head and a heart ever true; In war and in peace with virtue increased, Then vote for brave Tippecanoe. Hurrah, &c. A LOVE LETTER. Air —“John Anderson , my Jo.” THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 121 But I know you’re not a saint, John, None e’er have ca’d you so. My measures are your own, John, And were so long ago, Though other thoughts you’ve often shown, John C. Calhoun, my Jo. The women are so bad, John, And kick up such a row That once they made us mad, John, But we are not so now. We now will dance together, John, On “ light fantastic toe”— In spite of wind or weather, John, John C. Calhoun, my Jo. If I should not succeed, John, Yet you need but be firm, For your best hopes will breed, John, For you another term, Tom Benton must go down, John, And upwards you must go— And yours may be a crown, John, 122 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. No, no, no, no ! then rise For our forefathers’ laws; March on, march on! resolved to win Our favourite hero’s cause ! Will flattering tales of coming pleasures, When plenteousness and peace shall reign, And all be rich in glittering treasures, The poor man’s present wishes gain 1 Will’t stay the tide of desolation, That sweeps so strongly o’er our land, To gorge an office-holding band, And rob the pockets of the nation 1 No, no, no, no! then rise, &c. Oh, freemen, up ! let widely flowing Your banners to the breeze be thrown, Your love of worth and valour showing ; Your scorn for tyrant-knaves make known! Shall men believe their voices telling In siren tones, your ship of state Is safe, when all around, dark fate THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 123 THE FARMER OF TIPPECANOE. Tune—“ Oh saw ye the lass of the bonnie blue e'en.” Oh, saw ye the farmer of Tippecanoe, The gallant old farmer of Tippecanoe, With an arm that is strong, and a heart that is true. The man of the people is Tippecanoe. Away in the west, the fair river beside, That waters North Bend in its beauty and pride, And shows in its mirror the summer sky blue, Oh, there dwells the farmer of Tippecanoe. When the clear eastern sky in the morning’s light gleams, And the hills of Ohio grow warm in its beams, When the fresh springing grass is bent down by the dew. With his plough in the furrow stands Tippecanoe. Hurrah for the farmer of Tippecanoe, The honest old, &c. And when far in the west the warm sun-light goes . down, And the woods of Ohio look dusky and brown, In his own quiet home, he the past will review, And think of his comrades at Tippecanoe. For warm are his feelings and strong is his mind, To the suffering poor man he is ever kind, With a hand that is open, a heart that is true, The poor find a friend in Old Tippecanoe. Hurrah for the farmer of Tippecanoe, The honest old farmer of Tippecanoe, With an arm that is strong, and a heart that is true The choice of the people is Tippecanoe. The people are rising throughout the broad west, V At the name of the man who had served them the best, 124 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. In battle, in council, and everywhere true, As the steel of his good sword, is Tippecanoe. Ye farmers, arouse ! put your hands to the plough, Your country is calling, and will ye fail now, With one at your head who defeat never knew 1 Come join the brave army of Tippecanoe. Hurrah ! for the farmer of Tippecanoe, The honest old farmer of Tippecanoe, With an arm that is strong, and a heart that is true, The people will conquer with Tippecanoe. Come, all who are honest and wish to be free, From the bank of the river, the shore of the sea ; As the leaves on the trees are his followei's true, And who would not follow Old Tippecanoe % Come, up with the Buckeye, the pride of the west, Come, up with brave Harry, of leaders the best, With Tyler, the statesman, who’s honest and true, And the battle is won by Old Tippecanoe. Hurrah ! for the farmer of Tippecanoe, The fearless old farmer of Tippecanoe, With an arm that is strong, and a heart that is true, Van Buren’s successor is Tippecanoe. THE HARRISON BANNER. Tune —“ The star-spangled banner.” Arouse, sons of freedom, ye patriots arouse, Come forth to the rescue and manfully tender, On eibeutt’s altar, a patriot’s vows To her and your country’s heroic defender. Arouse and proclaim His time honoured name, And mingle with liberty Harrison's fame ; And the Harrison banner in triumph shall wave O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 125 When the minions of Britain invaded our land, And led on their cohorts in ravage and plunder, ’Twas then that old Buckeye assumed the command, And greeted the ears with American thunder. He met the proud foe, And returned blow for blow, Till the lion of England in anguish crouched low, And the American Eagle in triumph did wave O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave. Bear witness his valour, famed Tippecanoe, Let Fort Meigs re-echo the chivalrous story, And Thames, from thy waters reflected, renew What occurred on thy banks to his immortal glory. The British retreat From certain defeat, The victory of freemen o’er slaves is complete, And Harrison’s banner in triumph doth wave O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave. The veteran chieftain, Republicans’ choice, Is called by the wise and the good of our nation, To receive from the people’s omnipotent voice, The highest of honours, and earth’s proudest sta- tion ; Then freemen unite, Prepare for the fight, And Heaven will prosper the cause of the right, And the Harrison banner in triumph shall wave, O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave. THE HARRISON GATHERING. Tune—“ Macgregor’s Gathering The moon’s on the lake and the mist’s on the brae, And our cause has a name that grows dearer each day, 126 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. Then gather, gather, gather, for Tippecanoe ! Our signal for fight, when the long knife we drew, Was heard at the dawn in our vengeful halloo, When we foughtand we conquered at Tippecanoe. Our once happy mountains, our plains and our bowers, Our rulers have envied because they were ours : But we’ll ne’er give them up while we’ve Tippecanoe. Though doomed to distress by those arrogant lords, Whose will is more cruel than firebrands or swords, We’ll rout them and flout them with Tippecanoe ! Would they chase us to ruin and hunt us with beagles, For that is their fashion, we’ll let loose our eagles That live in the cabin of Tippecanoe. While there’s leaf in the forest, or foam on the river, His laurels despite them will flourish forever! Then gather, gather, gather, for Tippecanoe ! THE PEOPLE ARE COMING. Air—“ The star-spangled banner.” The people are coming—Van Buren is down, Let a loud shout of triumph be heard in our town ; Tom Benton is beaten and Amos is loo’d, The “pip” and “blind staggers” have reached the whole brood; Huzza, then, huzza! mid the cannon’s loud roar, Let’s resolve to be ruled by Van Buren no more. The people are coming—oh, Matty, beware, The people are coming—oh, Amos, take care! Tom Benton and Fanny and Silas Wright, too, The people are coming to take care of you: Huzza, then, huzza! from the lakes to sea shore, Let’s resolve to be ruled by the Locos no more. Old Honesty’s coming your whole crew to rout, The people have called him to help turn you out, THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 127 He’s one of the people—he’s honest and true, Whig, Loco, or Neutral can’t say that of you . Huzza, then, huzza!—to the rescue once more, Such scampering of Locos was ne’er seen before. Old Honesty’s coming to take the command Of the ship Constitution, and bring her to land ; The whole Kitchen Cabinet will be set ashore, And Matty and Kendall be heard of no more. Huzza, then, huzza ! once more let us qheer; With such a commander we’ve nothing to fear. TIPPECANOE. A PARODY ON HOHENL1NDEN. On Wabash, when the sun withdrew, And chill November's tempest blew, Dark rolled thy waves, Tippecanoe, Amidst that lonely solitude. Where all was silence, save the howl Of wintry blast or boding owl, Of savage yell, as they would prowl In that unbroken wilderness. But Wabash saw another sight; A martial host in armour bright, Encamped upon the shore that night, And lighted up her scenery ! A favoured spot that chieftain chose, For weary soldiers to repose, But not to sleep, least wily foes Should creep upon them stealthily. But ere the rays of morning light Dispell’d the shades of ebon night, The silent arrow sped the flight Of death, to every sentinel. 128 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. Then rang the shores with savage yell: Then echoed every hill and dell, And furious as the fiends of hell Rushed forth the savage enemy. To arms they flew, and quick arrayed, Each warrior drew his battle blade, While clamorous drum and trumpet brayed, To wake the dreadful revelry. Come on, their chieftain cried, ye brave, We fight for victory or a grave! Wave, Freedom ! thy proud banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry ! Then shook the earth with cannons’ roar; Then freemen rolled in freemen’s gore; While hungry havoc cried for more, And waved his plume o’er massacre. Brave Owens there and Daveiss fell, The war-whoop was their funeral knell, They need no monument to tell Their unexampled bravery. ’Tis morn ! the dreadful strife is done. Hail to the gallant HARRISON ! Who often fought and ever won The glorious wreath of victory. THE FIRST GUN. “ Coming events cast tlieir shadows before.” Aik—“ Star-spangled banner The annual election for charter officers in the city of PITTSBURG, took place on Monday, 13th Jan., and the result is a clear sweep for Harrison ! Democratic Harri¬ son majority, 726! Oh! who does not see, in this heart-cheering ray That pierces the heart of malign domination, THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 129 A sign that foretells with precision the day When Columbia shall rise from her low degrada¬ tion— When the spoil-hunting race shall be foiled in the chase, The Kinderhook Quack hide his head in disgrace, And the starry Whig banner triumphantly wave “ O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.” O’er the city of Pitt, mid the eagle’s own hills, Where many a patriot-bosom is burning, What is that which gives Tories such horrible chills, And to which all Whig eyes are in “ fine frenzy” turning ? Say, what is that sight, which fills V an with affright. And makes all his vassals the nether lip bite 1 ’Tis the HARRISON BANNER!—And soon ’twill be waved O’er a whole state redeemed J o’er a great na¬ tion saved ! All hail the proud Key Stone !—she fired the first gun For the old “DECLARATION,” blood-sealed by the martyr; And now she is first to declare for the son Of the sire, whose own hand signed that dear cherished charter. Her first gun has roar’d for the hero whose sword Sprang quick from the scabbard, and ne’er was re¬ stored [yield, ’Till victory smiled !—For though brave men oft He never surrendered— He ne’er lost a field. Let the Swartwouis and Prices who, year after year, [treasure, Have fed on “ the spoils” and waxed rich on our 9 130 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. At Harrison’s “ poverty” throw out the sneer, And heap on the veteran abuse without measure : The wretch that defames, does but strengthen the claims Of the hero of Tippecanoe and the Thames, And freshen the laurels, which none sought to bruise, Till ’ twas found that their greenness gave Marlin the blues ! When asked “ Who is Harrison 1”—thus can we boast:— “ He is one of the glorious signers’ descendants,” The son of a man who pledged all he loved most,— “ Life, fortune, and honour” for prized Indepen¬ dence ! In Washington’s breast a warm place he pos¬ sessed— With Jefferson’s, — Madison’s love he was blessed— Let Proctor, and others, who felt his tight grip, Tell the rest of the tale of our gallant Old Tip. May the ship that gets snagged ever find—what she’ll need, A “ petticoat” ample to plug up the cranny ;— And ay may these states, when in pain to be freed From a monster that gnaws find a competent “granny,” A practical hand, from that obstetric band, To which “ granny ” WAYNE winked the word of command, And put both the red -shins and red -coats “ to bed,” With a gunpowder sweat and a bolus of lead! The “log cabin candidate,”—“ poor,” we allow, But Honest, and skilled in the farmer s vocation, THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 131 Has put his hard fist to the national plough, And will root out the IJpas that curses the nation! Let every true friend of his country extend His aid to the ploughman and sage ot North Bend, And this be our shout, as the ball proudly rolls, “ On, patriots, on !”—To the poles !—TO THE POLLS! RESTORATION OF PROSPERITY. Tune —“ Rosin the bow.” Come, all ye brave boys of the nation, Who stick to your country so true ; Come give us a warm approbation, And vote for Old Trppecanoe. Of the little Magician we’re tired, And of the Sub-treasury too; We’ll scout him, the people are fired With love for Old Tippecanoe. When Martin was housed like a chattel, Opposed to the war as you know, Our hero was foremost in battle, And conquered at Tippecanoe. The fame of our Hero grows wider, And spreads the whole continent through; Then fill up a mug of hard cider, And drink to Old Tippecanoe. The soldier who shared in the glory, Can tell what our Hero did do; Of the Thames, a beautiful story, Still better of Tippecanoe. We hear many thousand good farmers , United together so true, 132 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. Shout loudly, “ Van Buren will harm us, We’ll vote for Old Tippecanoe.” To bring down the price of our labour. Van Buren is striving to do ; Then come every man with his neighbour, And vote for Old Tippecanoe. The kitchen of filth must be cleansed, And every thing fitted anew ; And all the materials amended, Directed by Tippecanoe. And now in the month of November, The people together will go, To turn out the great money spender , And put in Old Tippecanoe. The people with plenty will prosper, And homewards Van Buren will go True principles then we will foster, Through President Tippecanoe. “None but the brave deserve the fair.” “Heaven’s last, best gift to man,” will always honour the gallant defenders of our homes and firesides. A SONG, Written for the Anniversary of our National Independence, 1840, BY A LADY. Tune —“ Star-spang-led banner Oh, hark! can ye tell, through the cannon’s loud roar, On this hallowed morning—this birth-day of glory, What names thro’ the din do the breezes waft o’er. What patriot or statesman’s the theme of the story. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 133 Wow it fails on the ear in accents most clear— ’Tis Harrison—Tyler —to freemen so dear; ’Tis the “ Log Cabin” Hero, now destined to save From foulest misrule this fair “ home of the brave.” From our cold northern lakes, to our bright south¬ ern skies— Through the breadth of our land, we resolve to recover Our once boasted liberty—dearly bought prize !— And having regained it—watch faithfully over. Then shout with one voice, let the nation rejoice— That Tippecanoe is the people's free choice— The Republican Hero , now called on to save From fraud and corruption, this “ home of the brave.” And when Virtue and Truth shall again hold their sway In our Councils of State, whence, alas ! they’ve been driven, Our hearts will exultingly welcome this day— The wonder of nations—the favoured of heaven! Then act with one soul, as ye march to the poll, And your names for the chieftain and farmer enroll,. And the flag of our freedom unsullied shall wave O’er the homes of our fair ones—who honour the brave. THE HERO OF THE THAMES. Tune—“ The poachers Let Loco-focos rail and rant At currency and banks; We’re sick of all their empty cant. We spurn them from our ranks. We do not mind their silly talk, Nor heed their idle claims ; 134 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. We’ll make the whole banditti walk, With our Hero of the Thames. The Hero of the Thames, my boys, The Hero of the Thames! When British foes assailed our land, And hovered on our coast, Pray where did little Matty stand 1 Why, snug behind—a post! A post and place were all his thought, (At the spoils alone he aims,) While Harrison our battles fought, And conquered on the Thames ! The Hero of the Thames, my boys, The Hero of the Thames ! In vain the red coats sought to win A foothold on our soil; He met and drove them back again, And saved our homes from spoil. Their savage allies dared no more To light their midnight flames; Oh, they heard the deep-mouthed cannon roar Upon the river Thames. Upon the river Thames, my boys, Upon the river Thames ! Not there alone did Victory fling Her standard to the sky ! The Prophet’s town, the bard may sing, Which saw the red coat fly. Though if Maumee her laurels shed, Fort Meigs her trophy claims, Where many a gallant soldier bled With the Hero of the Thames! The Hero of the Thames, my boys, The Hero of the Thames ! THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 135 When Peace displayed her flag of white, And hushed the bloody strife, Who then, victorious from the fight, Withdrew to humble life 1 No lust of power, no love of gold, No selfish, sordid aims, Could ever for a moment hold The Hero of the Thames ! The Hero of the Thames, my boys. The Hero of the Thames ! And there he stood behind his plough, And drove his “ team a-field,” Content with rural honours now, And what his farm might yield. The Buckeye falls beneath his hand, His skill the soil reclaims ; He li ves the tiller of the land, Though Hero of the Thames ! The Hero of the Thames, my boys, The Hero of the Thames ! But hark! our bleeding country cries For vengeance and reform ; The Patriot Farmer greets our eyes, And every heart grows warm ; Our candidate he hears the call— “ I’m ready /” he exclaims, Then speed him ! hail him, one and all! The Hero of the Thames ! The Hero of the Thames, my boys, The Hero of the Thames ! Then let us hang our banners out, And spread them to the breeze ; The spoilers we will put to rout, And do it, too, with ease ; 136 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. Then let us all like brothers be, And “ Unionists” our names ! Huzza, huzza! for victory, With the Hero of the Thames! The Hero of the Thames, my boys* The Hero of the Thames! LOST HOPES. Tune—“ The last rose of summer •** ’Tis the last Loco-foco Left weeping alone; All his loafer companions Are vanished and gone. No old friend is near him. No Conservative nigh, To muse on his sorrows, Or give sigh for sigh. We must leave thee, thou lone one. In Tammany Hall, Till Moore and Cambreling The people recall. Soon Martin will follow His friendship’s decay ; From the White House departing, His hopes pass away. Since the party is withered, Its. leaders all gone, Oh, who would inhabit Saint Tammany alone 7 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 137 HARK TO THE WARNING. Tune—“ The hunter’s chorus All praise to the Hero, the Statesman, and Farmer, As threefold his title be threefold his fame; The strong arm is stronger, the warm heart is warmer, When touched by the magic of Harrison’s name. Hark ! to the warning—a nation has spoken— It rolls from the mountain—it springs from the plain : “Down with the spoilers, their trust they have broken, And up with the standard of Freedom again!” He calls on the wealthy whose store he protected, The poor man whose pittance he laboured to save; The patriot, who frowns not on merit neglected, The soldier, who honours the noble and brave ! Hark! to the warning, &c. By the toils and the dangers that sadden his story, By the blood that he poured with the blood of the foe; By the homes that he fought for, his triumphs, his glory, He calls us to aid him, to strike the last blow ! Hark ! to the warning, &c. Then up at his call—speed the plough my good neighbours, To the fields so long barren, all eagerly come ; Soon autumn shall yield the reward of our labours, And the land shall be glad with its new harvest home. Hark! to the warning, &c. Then shout to the hero, and forth swell the chorus, More loud than the war-whoop that died at his voice; 138 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. Till the agents of ruin fly trembling before us, And the country redeemed, at their downfall re¬ joice ! Hark! to the warning, &c. THE PATRIOT CHIEF. Tune— “ Hail to the Chief.” Hail to the chief wreathed in victory’s chaplet! Hail him who triumphed in battle’s fell din! Now to the rescue advances the patriot, Called from his plough civic garlands to win. Our land aroused at length, Puts forth her giant strength ; Liberty’s altars are rousing their flames ; Spoilsmen and collar men, Cowering now tremble when They think of the Tippecanoe and the Thames. Columbia is bowed by the yoke of the tyrant, That scattered her wealth and her fame to the wind; She loathes and condemns every pampered aspirant, Who pilfers her gold, his own fortunes to mend. Up then your banner rear, High in the heaven’s free air; Its folds are blazoned with patriot names. Let no base traitor’s fame, Bring its bright stars to shame, The banner of Tippecanoe and the Thames. Long have we paused for some wholesome reaction, Listing the siren that sung of reform ; Till the doom will be sealed of our country’s destruc¬ tion, Unless we arouse and redeem her by storm. Let’s all the traitors spurn, Let every bosom burn, THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 139 Love for his country each patriot inflames ; Then send the war cry round, Till echo swells the sound, “ The hero of Tippecanoe and the Thames.” Come to the rescue, ye sons of the heroes, Who bared their breasts in our country’s first wars; Curse not the bosoms in which their rich blood flows, Shame not their gift of the stripes and the stars ; Swear that their legacy, Shall float ever free, Long as their offspring shall bear their proud names, And stand by the veteran, Time-honoured Haiuiisojt, The hero of Tippecanoe and the Thames. SONG OF THE WHIG. Tune —“ Remember the day when Erin’s proud glory.” Remember the day when our banner unfurled, Like a sun-burst of glory, first flashed to the world ; When the spirits of Washington, Jefferson, breathed, And the blades of the patriot band were unsheathed; A Whig was the cry That went up to the sky ! Oh! yet may that name, like a billow of flame Roll onward, till tyranny’s form Lies prostrate and cold, as it weltered of old, When freedom directed the storm. Ye Whigs ! shall those spirits still breathe on us now, And nerve every heart and illume every brow 1 Shall the memory of those in our bright land expire, And tyranny scatter its patriot fire 1 While Ohio’s own star W aves on from afar— 140 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. While the glory of Harrison, Shelby, and Clay, Like rainbows of victory shine— We will hallow each name,we will cherish their fame, And gather round Liberty’s shrine ! We have sworn it when traitors were forging our chains, ’Tis a cause rendered holy by patriot veins; The oath is recorded by bright hands above— ’Tis enshrined in each freeman’s unchangeable love; And “ A Whig” is the cry ! Let it ring to the sky— While we march for our fires and the graves of our sires O’er a land by their ancestors trod— With our banner unrolled, each heart free and bold— Reliance on justice and God ! TO THE STRAITS THAT FEED LAKE ERIE. Tune—“ Long time ago .” To the straits that feed Lake Erie, Long time ago ! Came a band of hunters weary, From down below. There they built themselves “ log cabins,” Mid ice and snow, Where they lived content as rabbins. Long time ago! Fortune smiled upon their labour, Long time ago ! Till red war, with deadly sabre, Laid their hopes low. Then a traitor * did deceive them. With martial show, * Gen. Hull, who basely surrendered to the British at Detroit. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 141 Saying that he would relieve them, Long time ago! To the enemy he sold them, Long time ago ! ’Twas heart-rending to behold them, Then in their woe ! Mothers saw their daughters flying From ruthless foe; Sisters saw their brothers dying, Long time ago! Savages with hideous yellings, Long time ago ! Danced around their blazing dwellings In the flame’s glow ! Misery seemed still to lend them New griefs, when lo ! Harrison came to defend them, Long time ago ! Then rose the shouts of gladness, Long time ago ! , Smiles succeeded sighs and sadness— Tears ceased to flow ! t? Soon the tyrant’s legions vanished, Like summer snow ! And the mother’s tears were banished, Long time ago! Will they whom he thus defended. Long time ago! Leave the hero now unfriended ? Oh, no, not so. Gratefully their word is tendered, Next fall to show, They forget not service rendered Long time ago I 142 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. OUR OWN HARRISON. Tune— “ The star-spangled banner.” Oh, say, who is he, through the forest so dark, With his warrior legions advancing to battle? Where the yell of the savage re-echoes—and hark ! Where the death dealing strokes of their rifle balls rattle, What is it they fear ?—’tis his name that they hear. With the cry of revenge for the blood of the dear; ’Tis the name of our Harrison —long will it flame In letters of light on the banner of Fame! How piercing the shriek, uttered thrillingly wild, From the heart of the mother, in agony swelling, As she mourns the sad fate of her innocent child Torn from her, while biazens her desolate dwelling! Who soothes her alarms, and her wretchedness calms, And restores, gSyly smiling, her babe to her arms? Oh, say, ’tis our Harrison —long will his name Float in letters of light on the banner of Fame! Rouse ! rouse! to the battle ! remember your sires ; Their fame is immortal, and how they have gained it ? They fought for their rights, and their own house¬ hold fires, And the blood of a fallen foe never has stained it. Let our enemies feel, at our charge as they reel, That the vanquished are safe from American steel! Who spake thus ? Our Harrison —long may his name * Float in letters of light on the banner of Fame! The war-cry is hushed, and the struggle is o’er; No longer in strife are the bayonets gleaming; For gallantly far on the sea and the shore, Is the star-spangled banner in victory streaming; THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 143 And changes he now, the sharp sword for the plough, But green still the laurel that circles his brow ! Then huzza ! ’tis our Harrison —long will his name Float in letters of light on the banner of fame! KNOW YE THE LAND 1 Tune—“ Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle ?” Know ye the land where defaulting and thieving By Swartwouts in office are done every day; Where party men vie in the art of deceiving And then cap the climax by running away ? Know ye the land of the vault and the key. Where the vault is unclosed and money left free To be pilfered and spent through the vigilant care Of collectors and agents whom party put there 1 Where reform is a by-word, retrenchment a dream, Corruption the practice and plunder the scheme; Where a kitchen cabal or a caucus in drill, Dares proclaim its own voice as a free people’s will! Know ye the land where Sub-Treasurers riot Like an army of rats when the cat is away, Where the cash of the people is stolen in quiet, And nothing is left but to whistle for pay 1 ’Tis the land of our fathers, ’tis America’s soil, Where liberty’s price was blood, treasures, and toil; ’Tis the land that was freed and by Washington won, Where deeds so disgraceful are openly done. Let a people oppressed arise in their might, Avenge their own wrongs and contend for the right; Dispell the deep gloom overspreading the land, With boldness of heart and with vigour of hand ! 144 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. COME TO THE CONTEST. Tune—“ The old oaken bucket Come on to the contest—the call is loud ringing; Each son of the Key Stone, the call is to you; The foe all his forces to action is bringing, The battle-field soon will arise to your view. Then say, “ are you ready,” and wait to receive it, The shock which the freeman must shortly repel; Right onward ! your aid! every true son will give it, And vote for the Farmer that’s worked the farm well! The hard-fisted Farmer, The honest old Farmer! We go for the Farmer that’s worked the farm well! We want no new workmen—no experimenting On the blood-hallowed spot where our forefathers fought; We’ll keep the old path, and there’ll be no repenting, And we’ll ever remember good lessons when taught. Then away in your pride, for the Farmer presiding, Let the note of approval in loud concert swell, And his foes may in vain still persist in deriding, We’ll vote for the Farmer that’s worked the farm well! The hard-fisted Farmer, The honest old Farmer ! We go for the Farmer that’s worked the farm well! Van Buren and Kendall in vain with their legions Would vanquish the free in the land of their birth, And they’ll hear in loud thunder that these are the regions THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 145 Where no tribute is paid save the tribute to worth! That tribute is due, and we’re going to pay it, And soon shall they hear the glad triumph-tone swell! On the ninth of October, we’ll no longer delay it, But vote for the Farmer that’s worked the farm well! The hard-fisted Farmer, The honest old Farmer ! We’ll vote for the Farmer that’s worked the farm well! OUR HERO FARMER. Tune—“ Yankee doodle .” The Hero Farmer is the man The Buckeye boys delight in ; He’ll renovate our state affairs, And be the man for fighting. Hero Farmer, boys hurrah, Log cabins and hard cider; We’ll sing and vote for Harrison, And make our circle wider. Van calls him Granny Petticoats, We do not care for this, sir ;1 He’ll rid the nation of its rogues, A granny, then, he is, sir. Hero Farmer, &c. Let Matty come with all his host, And office-holding crew, sir; We’ll march up to the ballot-box, And show that we are true, sir. Hero Farmer, See. 10 146 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. We’ll wager now a cider cup, And bring it on the table, Since Yankee boys have started up, To beat them we are able. Hero Farmer, &c. Columbia’s freedom is assailed; The people still are brothers; The government has nearly failed, It must be worked by others. Hero Farmer, &c. THE BRAVE OLD CHIEF. Air—“ The brave old oak.” A song to the Chief, the brave old Chief, Who hath ruled in our hearts so long, Here’s fame and renown to his laurel crown, That binds our affections strong; There was strength in his blow, many years ago, And honour has long been his due, For he showed his might in the deep midnight, On the field of old Tippecanoe ! Then sing to the Chief, the brave old Chief, Who fires every heart anew, And honoured be he, by the brave and free, Who conquered at Tippecanoe! He ruled these fair climes, in the fearful times, When the Indian’s fiendish howl, Was heard in the wood, where the log cabin stood, Exposed to his nightly prowl; On him we relied, our hope and our pride, And we banished our needless fear; Then hail him with cheers, for hundreds of years, The Chief to our bosoms dear. Then sing to the Chief, &c. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 147 The brave old Chief, who brought us relief, In the time of our sorest need, Exalt we his name, to the summit of fame, For glory’s his well-earned meed ; If the people inquire, for the Kinderhook Squire, And the fate of his Tory clan, We’ll reply they are dead, in their sour-krout laid, To make room for a much better man. Then sing to the Chief, &c. {HARRISON AND LIBERTY. Tune—“ Yankee doodle For Harrison - and Liberty Let every Freeman shout, sirs ; Let’s meet Van Buren at the polls, And turn the Despot out, sirs ’ For Harrison then keep it up, For Harrison and Law , sirs; Too long we have to despots bowed, Now Freedom's sword we draw, sirs When war’s destructive blast came on. Oh, where was Harrison, sirs ? ' His country’s annals well can show How he the battles won, sirs. For Harrison, &c. No more we’ll trust to cabbage heads. Or Kinderhook physicians; No more we’ll bow to cabinets Of fox-like sly magicians. For Harrison, &c. We call the Hero from the plough, In Freedom's cause to cheer us; The kitchen cabinet must go, And Van himself must fear us. For Harrison, &c. 148 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. We strike in Freedom's holy cause, ’Gainst those who would enslave us; And lo ! our Cincinnatus comes, From Goth and Van to save us. For Harrison, &c. THE AMERICAN FLAG AND HARRISON. Tune—“ Sparkling and bright.” See in the light of glory bright, Each star and stripe proudly beaming, Our flag once more unfurled to the war, To the breeze of reform now streaming. Your goblets fill with a free good wili, To the Chief renewed in story, Pledge your faith to him on the beaker’s brim. To speed him onward to glory. Oh ! that he might arrest the blight Destroying our dominions, Yet first awhile he must beguile The spoiler of his minions. Your goblets fill, &c. Our hero bright will stop the wight, And all his friends shall leave him, And every one, for our Harrison, With loud huzzas shall grieve him. Your goblets fill, &c. When high in state, we’ll place elate. By his side our flag unwaved ; Loud be our cheers, when the hero for vears Plants that flag o’er a union saved. Your goblets fill, &c. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 149 THE LOUNGER’S LAMENT. Tune—“ The Exile nf Erin.” There stood by the polls a poor heart-broken lounger, No hope fired his eye, for his bosom was chill, Bewailing the fate of his party in danger, He thought of the days when it stood on a Hill. His wild heaving breast and his heart’s sad emotion Were all that the lounger had left for his portion Of glory and spoils, to repay his devotion, And a few Extra Globes from his patron saint, Blair. Sad, sad is the day, cried the office-lorn lounger, Oh, once to the custom-house always I’d flee; And there seek a refuge in Jesse's own manger, For spouters and editors, hungry like me; Oh, never again in the Treasury bowers, Long kept by the leaders shall I loaf off' the hours, For the Log Cabin boys have robbed Van of his powers, And he heeds not to-day the poor lounger’s lament. Benton, my d&rling, though sad and forsaken, ( Dreaming of mint drops —I hear thy sad roar ; But alas, among hard-handed Whigs I awaken, And mourn for the Humbugs that cheat them no more. Oh, merciless fate, wilt thou never return me To my office of ease, where the feelings that burn me Would be lost if the weighers that gathered to teach me, Should greet me again as they greeted before. Where’s the Sub-Treasury ?—loved scheme of Van Buren,— Woodbury, and Polk—they weep for its fall; 1.50 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. And where is Buchanan, the sweet and alluring, Who went for hard money, hard prices and all. Oh, Johnson forsaken, before the full measure Of woe had o’erflowed, in the cup of our pleasure, Once sparkling with spoils, the victor’s own treasure. Kill Tecumseh again, and thy glory recall. But oh, my old leaders, there’s naught in suppressing. The tears that my own saddened memory drew, For the people they heed not your wiles and caress¬ ing, They’ve sworn their allegiance to another than you ; They’re sweeping along like the waves of the ocean. And voice after voice, with a grateful emotion, Is joining the chorus of freemen’s devotion, And swelling the shout of Old Tippecanoe! THE BATTLE OF THE THAMES. Tune—“ The battle of the Nile.” Arise ! arise ! sons of the West, arise, And join in the shout of the patriot throng ; Arise ! arise ! sons of the West, arise, And let Freedom’s walls re-echo with your song. For he will lead us on, Who led us years ago, When he trod a foreign soil, Wreaking vengeance on the foe. And the Battle of the Thames, as every tongue pro¬ claims, And the Battle of the Thames, as every tongue pro¬ claims, Shall ever live in history, in poetry and song. Huzza ! huzza ! huzza ! huzza ! huzza, boys, For him who fought for us, and never was known to yield. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 151 Arise ! arise ! sons of the West, arise, Your brethren of the East are arousing in their might; Arise ! arise ! sons of the West, arise, And be ready now to aid them in the fight; For he will be our Chief, Who when danger was at hand, To the frontier brought relief, With his gallant western band. And the Battle of the Thames, &c. Arise ! arise ! sons of the West, arise, Your liberties maintaining, your country now be¬ friend, Arise ! arise ! sons of the West, arise, And gather round the Farmer of North Bend; For he will bring us aid, Who was aide to gallant Wayne, When the Indian’s yell was heard, From every hill and plain. And the Battle of the Thames, &c, GALLANT WILLIE. ' Tune—“ Royal Charlie.” There’s news from all parts of the land. Will make the Vans look silly ; For every post that comes to hand Has news for gallant Willie. Come o’er the plain, In sun or in rain, Or if the road be hilly, Still come with speed, True to your creed, The creed of gallant Willie. Come o’er the plain, . In sun or in rain 152 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. Be ready, be steady, Come once and again, From slavery’s bonds our hands once freed, We’ll prosper under Willie. The northern states, the mountain land, O’er which the wind blows chilly, Have long since boldly ta’en a stand, Supporting gallant Willie. Come o’er the plain, &c. In the spreading West and on those streams Where grows the southern lily, Reform now through the darkness gleams, And thousands call on Willie. Come o’er the plain, &c. There’s ne’er a lass in all the land, Unless she’s very silly, Will e’er refuse her heart or hand, > To him who fights for Willie. Come o’er the plain, &c. THE VICTORY OF TIPPECANOE. Tune—“ Star-spangled banner.” No voice broke the silence—no breath stirred the air, And the moon on the white tents shone wan as with sorrow; The worn soldier slept—but their chieftain stood there, And watched by his war-steed, and thought of the morrow. His soul-lighted eye was upraised to the sky— “ In the dread hour of battle, oh God, be Thou nigh ! And teach us—to Thee and our country still true— To conquer or perish at Tippecanoe !”. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 153 But hark! there’s a footstep falls faint on the ear ! ’Tis the sentinel’s tread, for he only is waking; Again ! Now a shot! Hal the Indian is here ! “ Up ! up ! and to arms ! for the war-cloud is breaking !” From ravine and dell, their night-startling yell Like the howling of fiends on thesleeper’searfell. “Up! up!—to your God and your country be true, And conquer or perish at Tippecanoe !” “Up! up! and to arms!” At the Hero’s command, Each stern brow was knit, and each bold heart was ready; Upstarting, their tried weapons grasped in each hand— “ A volley ! Now charge, boys ! be ready ! be steady !” Their chief, he was there, amid thunder and glare, The fierce shout of triumph, the shriek of despair— Undaunted—the foremost to dare and to do— ' The bravest, the noblest at Tippecanoe ! They triumphed—how nobly, let history tell; Be honour to those who for freedom contended ! Let our shouts with the proud name of Haiirison swell, Who our liberty shielded—our country defended ! The laurel and song to the Hero belong, Who ne’er lost a battle, and ne’er did a wrong! Then conquer for him who has conquered for you, And huzza for the Hero of Tippecanoe ! 154 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. HAMPSHIRE HURRAH. Tune— “ The hurrah Old Hampshire’s sons ! come one and all. Hurrah for Harrison ! Come rich and poor ! come great and small, Hurrah for Harrison ! To Martin now we’ll bid farewell, And notes of freedom proudly swell, Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah. Hurrah for Harrison ! Rouse, freemen, rouse ! your fetters break. Hurrah for Harrison ! The tyrant’s power and glory shake, Hurrah for Harrison ! “ The fine true-hearted gentleman,” Shall take the place of little Van, And make us free—and make us free, Hurrah for Harrison ! Now joyful sing ! now joyful sing ! The dirge of little Van— And peals on peals our country ’ll ring, Ruled by an honest man. While scenes of sorrow, care, and want, Poor Martin’s day dreams long will haunt. He made us feel—we’ll make him feel— Away with little Van ! Clap, clap your hands ! swell high your notes, Hurrah for Harrison ! And trip up Martin with your votes, Hurrah for Harrison ! Proud Van shall fall to rise no more— The country shouts from shore to shore, Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! Hurrah for Harrison ! THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 155 THE PEOPLE’S RALLY. Tune— “ The Campbells are coming Come up to the polls ! there is work to be done ; Come up in your strength, and the battle is won. With Old Tip for a leader, then enter the fight; The people are rising, resistless in might; Then hurrah, boys ! hurrah, boys! the truth will prevail; The custom-house slaves are beginning to quail; The elections have told them their race is near run: Hurrah, boys ! hurrah, boys ! the battle is won ! Down, down with the rulers who’ve ruined the land, Who have crushed all our hopes with a merciless hand; The men who would make our loved country the same As serf-peopled Russia, or tyrannized Spain, Who would rule our loved land with imperial sway, And give for oar labour but sixpence per day ,— Van Buren, Buchanan, and Benton, the knaves— Such are but fit to be rulers of slaves. Arouse, then, ye freemen, at Liberty’s call! Arouse, in your glory, and out with them all: Already they falter—already they reel; The signs of defeat they’re beginning to feel; One blow from your hands lays them low in the dust, Arise in your ardour, and conquer you must; Then be true to your country, to principle true, And the victory’s won with Old Tippecanoe ! 15G THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. SONS OF FREEDOM, ARISE. Tune—“ Anacreon.” The banner of freedom unfurl to the breeze, From her slumber of safety Columbia awaken, To triumph once more on the land and the seas, Ne’er by their sons be the cause of our sires for¬ saken. Sons of freedom arise ! Let your shouts reach the skies, And resolve to maintain the freedom ye prize ! Then inscribed on our flag be Harrison’s name, While liberty, union, and law we proclaim. Our trade, like a wreck, is “ keel up” on the shore, In the silence of death see our workshops reposing, As the land of the free we glory no more, While the spoilsmen their ruinous frauds are disclosing. Our freedom they’ve sold, To get silver and gold, Our children in bondage and slavery to hold. Then inscribed on our flag, &c. Oh ! say, ye brave sons of the far spreading west, Where is he who first met the dread Indian’s in¬ vasion 1 His name both in peace and in war will be blessed, W'hile the stars still in friendship unite as a na¬ tion. Then hold it not shame, That he led you to fame, When the lion , subdued, lay crouched on the Thames. Then inscribed on our flag, &c. Though content with his cot and few acres of ground, .And despising the wealth got by base speculation, THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 157 His heart true to glory will ever be found— He’s himself, like the Roman,the gem of the nation. Give Old Tippecanoe The just fame that is due; To honesty, valour, and worth we are true. Then inscribed on our flag, &c. SONG OF THE MASSILLON BOLTERS. Tune —“ Bruce’s Address.” Honest men, whom Van has led! Men, who sweat to earn your bread ! Men, who’ve either heart or head ! Join us and be free. Now’s the evening, now’s the hour; See misrule reign, and ruin lower ; See the gross abuse of power; Where’s democracy 1 Dwells it with the purse and sword? Goes it with the pensioned horde, Whose hands unclean, their coffers stored By official villany 1 Will ye to a juggler bow 1 Can ye be a Vanite now ? Will ye not record your vow, On this pledge with me 1 Out on monarch Martin's laws, Sub-Treasury and specie claws ; For Price’s fob, or Swartwout’s paws. Such wholesome code may be. By the spoilsmen’s thirst for gold; By the many suits untold ; By the reckless rule they hold; Another year shall see, ? 158 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. The demagogues and spoilers bow, The scampering off of freedom’s foe, As freemen to the polls will go, To vote for Harrison. By the shade of Jefferson! By the name of Washington ! We’ll cast our votes for Harrison ! And rout Vanocracy ! THE POPULAR AVALANCHE. Tune—“ Little wat ye who’s a coining Little wat ye wha’s a coming, .Little wat ye wha’s a coming, Little wat ye wha’s a coming, North, South, East, and West are coming Vermont’s coming, the Bay State’s coming, Rhode Island—yes, and Maine is coming, Connecticut is surely coming, The Empire State and a’ are coming, Little wat ye, &c. The Key Stone state is bravely coming, The Marylanders all are coming, The boys of Delaware are coming, And never tired Virginia’s coming ! Little wat ye, &c. Old Rip’s awake, and he is coming, Georgia for her right is coming, The Alabamians fast are coming, And Louisiana a’ is coming! Little wat ye, &c. Mississippi, too, is coming, Tennessse and White are coming. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 159 Kentucky all en masse is coming, Ohio ! every man is coming. Little wat ye, &c. Illinois is quickly coming, Indiana, too, is coming, Michigan, redeemed, is coming, In troth, the braw lads a’ are coming! Little wat ye, &c. THE TIPPECANOE GATHERING. Tune —“ McGregor's gathering The land is awaking, and free to the blast, The standard of Freedom is fearlessly cast, For the rights that we all from our forefathers drew We fight, and our leader is Tippecanoe. Then halloo ! halloo ! halloo! to the contest!— The spirit that kindled our fathers of yore Is throwing its light o’er the country once more. Then gather! gather ! gather! gather ! gather ! gather!— While a mountain shall stand, or while sparkles a river, The cause of the people shall flourish forever. The land is awaking, and vanishing night Flies away from the east at the dawning of light, The beams of Connecticut gladden the eye, The star of Rhode Island is bright in the sky. Then halloo ! halloo ! halloo! to the contest!— The people are rising, resistless in strength, And the cause of the people will triumph at length. Then gather! gather! gather! gather ! gather l gather!— While a mountain, &c. 160 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. Virginia rises at Liberty’s call— One blow from her arm, and the Despot must fall. Her sons are our leaders. She falters not now, And the chaplet of Victory circles her brow. Then halloo ! halloo! halloo ! to the contest!— From the shades of Mount Vernon the people’s loud voice, Calls every true man of the land to rejoice. Then gather ! gather ! gather! gather ! gather! gather!— While Virginia has either mountain or river, The cause of our country shall flourish forever. The land is awaking—our rulers in fear See plainly their time of departure is near; There is grief in the White House, and many an eye Is watching in tears the political sky. Then halloo ! halloo to the contest!— And many a pampered political beagle Crouches down at the sight of the Harrison eagle. Then gather ! gather ! gather ! gather ! gather ! gather!— While a mountain shall stand, or while sparkles a river, That eagle, despite them, shall flourish forever. THE ENGLISH CHARIOT. Tune—“ Allan-a-dale.** Tippecanoe has no chariot to ride in, No palace of marble has he to reside in, No bags of gold eagles, no lots of fine clothes— But he has a wealth far better than those; The love of a nation, free, happy, and true, Are the riches and portion of Tippecanoe. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 161 Proud Martin rides forth in his splendour and pride, And broad are his lands upon Kinderhook side, The roof of a palace is over his head, And his table with plate and with dainties is spread; But a “ log cabin” shelters a patriot true— ’Tis the home of our Hero, bold Tippecanoe ! Our Hero has never grown rich on the state; No sneaking Sub-Treasurers bow at his gale; No fat office-holders he keeps in his thrall ; But millions of freemen will rise at his call— Then shout every lover of liberty true: Huzza for the Hero of Tippecanoe ! THE GREAT ALLEGHANY BALL, Which rolled so majestically at the memorable Baltimore National Convention, on the 4th of May, 1840. Alleghany, the frontier county of the state, was nume¬ rously represented ; her delegation was attired in the hunting dress of her wild and extensive range of unculti¬ vated mountains, and they were preceded by a flag of great length, bearing the inscription “ Alleghany,” in huge letters; then followed an immense ball ten or twelve feet in diameter, rolled onward by these hardy sons of the mountains, under the direction of Captain Shriever. The novelty of the affair, and the neat mode adopted for pro¬ pelling it, constituted it an object of peculiar interest and attraction. It was pronounced, we learn, even by Mr. Clay, to be the “ Lion of the Day.” Upon the ends of the ball, on blue ground, were stars corresponding in number with the states of the Union, and throughout its dimensions red and white stripes were thrown, upon which various inscriptions were made, from among which we took the following— OLD ALLEGHANY. With heart and soul This ball we roll; 11 162 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL* May times improve As on we move. This Democratic ball, Set rolling first by Benton, Is on another track From that it first was sent on. Farewell, dear Van, You’re not our man : To guide the ship, We’ll try Old Tip. Ye office holders, fed with pap, Have very saucy grown : We tell ye, sirs, we don’t like that. And mean to make it known. With promises we’ve long been fed. But do not like the treat; We’d rather have a little bread, And something else to eat. Old Alleghany sent us here. To bid you all be of good cheer. Tippecanoe and Tyler. As rolls the ball, Van’s reign does fall; And he may look To Kinderhook ; His former friends To other ends, Take care your toes Ye Loco Fo’s; As ye’re in trouble Ye may see double: Having no bell, We roll your knell. “ Stop that ball.” “The gathering hall is rolling still, And still it gathers as it rolls.” THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 163 They also bore an elegant satin banner, inscribed “ Cumberland , Alleghany county, Maryland .”—For our country—4th March, 1841—The ladies, to the Whig dele¬ gation of Alleghany. Another with the motto—“Buff and bine—Good and true—For Tippecanoe.” This patrio¬ tic delegation had another banner, exhibiting a view of their own bold mountains, upon which was seen a deer in full speed, surmounted by a well drawn eagle with a scroll in his beak, “Alleghany Delegation,” and around in festoons was the motto “ Firm as Alleghany’s hills. Pure as her mountain rills, We come—our motto be, HARRISON and LIBERTY.” THE EXTRA GLOBE OR THE GREAT HARRISON BALL. The following were the mottos inscribed upon the great Concord Ball, which was rolled in the procession on the 4th of July. Some of them are admirable. Concord. At Concord Bridge our fathers fought, On that blessed ground they bled. Their hardy sons cannot be bought, Nor by the Tories led. Lundy’s Lane. Let those who love Sub-Treasury charms, Hard work and little pay— Closed working-shops and mortgaged farms— Uphold Van Buren’s sway. 164 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. Malden. Come, Freemen, all, help roll this ball. With TIP and TYLER, we’ll burst Van’s biler This ball will go, it cannot halt, Benton can’t save himself with salt. Yorktown. When all my revolutions end, And Van shall quit the race, We’ll roll the Hero of North Bend Securely in his place. Lexington. There’s news about Tippecanoe, And it rolls like a ball, I remember ; It’s sure to keep moving, that’s true, For it’s destined to roll till November. Tippecanoe. Let every farmer at his plough, At once resolve to send, To carry on our Public Farm, The Farmer of North Bend, Bridgewater. Why need more soldiers, Mister Van ] You’ve got an hundred thousand now, Just whistle to the office clan, And to the ground the faithful bow. Maumee. This ball a cheerful greeting sends To all, where’er it goes, The stars are emblems of its friends, The stripes are for its foes. THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 165 Thames. A revolution will take place, Whenever rolls this.sphere, The Tories now must quit the race, And Van shall take the rear. Erie. Let plundering rogues before me flee, They can’t resist the cause, For Treasury vermin crushed will be, In spite of specie-claws . River Raisin. John Davis scorns the Locos’ plan To take the poor man’s bread, But we, who know the honest man, Will place him at our head. Bunker Hilx. Should brave old soldiers be forgot, Or patriots fail to twine, A glorious wreath for those who fought In days of auld lang syne 1 Fort Meigs. O’er every ridge we roll this ball, From Concord Bridge to Faneuil Hall. Farewell, poor Van, you’re not our man; To guide the ship, we’ll try Old Tip. Trenton. Let salt and bitter tears bedew Each Locofoco eye, When autumn’s falling leaves proclaim Van Buren he must die. 166 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. Chippewa. Benton & Co., like quacks with pills, Are cunning, so ’tis told, They issue forth their paper bills, But pocket all the gold. Bennington. It would require, we think, The patience of old Job, Should Amos Kendall see This —Extra Globe. THE DEFAULTERS’ DINNER. We know that our readers must be looking with intense anxiety for the proceedings of the grand dinner, given by the defaulters in honour of Amos Kendall. We regret that our report is somewhat meager, but such as it is we hasten to lay it before the public. The preparations were all made as has been previously announced, and nothing was want¬ ing to the hilarity of the occasion except the pre¬ sence of the distinguished guests who had been invited, but who were prevented from attending on account of the pressure of official duties, and the critical condition of the great “democratic party.”!!! The absence of Mr. Kendall was, however, in some measure compensated for, by a stuffed effigy of his handsome form, which was placed near the centre of the table. Mr. Kendall was represented as nearly as possible in the situation in which he was supposed to be at the time when he and his children were put in mortal fear by the shouts of a “federal” mob, which was marching upon his house with deadly intentions, for a particular description of which see his address to the people of the United THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 167 States. An Extra Globe was placed in the hands of the effigv, and the whole was pronounced as na¬ tural as life. Some even went so far as to say that the presence of the effigy was much better than would have been that of the original. Immediately after the cloth was removed, the President called upon the company to attend to the reading o*f select passages from Amos Kendall’s fare¬ well address. This occupied about five minutes, after which the correspondence between Mr. Wood¬ bury and the defaulters was introduced, and a few of the most striking specimens read. The song al¬ ready published, commencing “Farewell, Amos,” was then sung by the whole company standing, (except the effigy,) and we are happy to say that in accordance with the directions, every man showed a proper degree of emotion at the close of the second verse. Thecompany, wearehappy to state, conducted them¬ selves throughout, with the greatest decorum. One or two of the invited guests were observed to pocket sandry silver forks and spoons, but the president, who saw it, immediately called the attention of Mr. Harrington to the fact; and that gentleman, with ad¬ mirable tact and delicacy, picked their pockets of the purloined articles, and restored them without making any accusation, which would have doubtless been resented with very proper and natural indignation. After the cloth had been removed, the president proceeded to read letters from several distinguished gentlemen, who were prevented from a participation in the festivities of the occasion. We regret that our reporter could not obtain all of these interesting epistles. The following are amongst them, but as the signatures are torn off, we cannot, of course, say from whom they proceeded: 168 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL, “ White House. Jubai, Harrington, Esq.,—Dear sir—Your polite invitation to attend the defaulters’ dinner, was duly received, and I regret exceedingly that it will be out of my power to attend, owing to the pressure of public business, and to the necessity of keeping a sharp eye upon the “ old granny” of North Bend. For the same reasons, I do not see how any of the Cabinet can leave. Amos I could not think of sparing for a moment; Poinsett is busy in organizing the plan of a standing army of 200,000 men—a very useful thing it will prove too, in the elections. Paulding, I suppose you would not want, and only invited him out of compliment; Forsyth is too lazy to go anywhere ; and Woodbury, although I have the highest opinion of his distin¬ guished abilities, I don’t think has wit enough to find his way, alone. The political aspect is not so en¬ couraging as I could wish, and our sufferings is very great, although they is not absolutely intolerable. I beg to annex the following toast. The Sub-treasury —The only true way of keep¬ ing the public money, is to put it into the hands of men who can appreciate its value.” “ Treasury Buildings. I have received your very kind invitation, but as neither Amos nor any of the members of the cabi¬ net, parlour or kitchen, is going, I should not like to venture alone, so far from home. I must therefore beg you to make my excuses to the distinguished and patriotic gentlemen, from whose festivities I am so unfortunately debarred. Allow me, before closing, to suggest that a partial examination of the accounts leads me to the opinion that some of you are slightly indebted to the government. I shall be happy to THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 169 receive the amount whenever it can be paid without inconvenience to yourselves or injury to the party. In the present state of the Treasury, a remittance of Texas money would be exceedingly acceptable. Hoping sincerely that you will not be offended at the liberty I have taken, I beg to subscribe myself Yours, &c,” “ Extra Globe Office. Jubal Harrington, Esq.. Dear Sir :—Your very polite letter has been re¬ ceived, and it afforded me the very highest gratifica¬ tion to receive such a testimonial of remembrance from one who has done so much to advance the pure doctrines of democracy, which is the same thing as morality, and who has exhibited in his own life so illustrious an example of the practical effect of tho? principles. But having entered upon the duties ot extra editor to the Extra Globe, it is quite out of the question for me to leave at present. My children have not been frightened since the publication of my address, but I have been, most d-— (here the manu¬ script is rather blind.) Any subscribers that you can procure for the Extra Globe will be received with much gratitude, but the money must come first. Between you and me, Jubal, we Locos know each other too well to trust one another with a dollar. Allow me to propose to the company the subjoined sentiment: The connection between Democracy and Moral¬ ity , as enforced in the Extra Globe, and illustrated by the government defaulters.” These letters having been read, and the toasts having been drunk with great applause, Mr. Har¬ rington was called upon for a sentiment. That gentleman immediately arose, and said sub- 170 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. stantially as follows: Throughout his long political life he had always been obedient to the call of the people, and as he had been called upon for a senti¬ ment, although quite unprepared, he should not re¬ fuse. As he intended to propose the health of the illustrious patriot at the head of the Loco-foco party, he hoped to be indulged in one or two prefatory re¬ marks. His own position was one of peculiar deli¬ cacy ; he had been nominated himself by the de¬ faulters, representing the Texian branch of the great Democratic party, to the second office in the nation; and the Baltimore Convention had virtually sanc¬ tioned that nomination, by not making any other. Still the importance of the occasion was such as to overcome all his scruples of delicacy, great as they were. The first claim of Van Buren to the office to which he has been nominated, first by ourselves, and second by the Baltimore Convention, is his re¬ volutionary services.—Yes, Mr. President, in the “time that tried men’s souls,” Martin Van Buren was found at the side of Washington and Greene, fighting the battles of his country ; not like Harri¬ son, putting on a flannel petticoat and running away from the enemy, but rushing into the very thickest of the fight, taking off the heads of the British as though they were nothing but cabbages. Here Mr. Harrington was interrupted by some one who said, “ you are mistaken, Sir ; Van Buren was not in the revolutionary army.”—Who says that 1 exclaimed the excited orator, in a tone of deep indignation. Who dares to say that Martin Van Buren was not in the revolutionary army 1 What traitor is here 7 What Whig] What federalist! I appeal to the Globe, to the Extra Globe, to the Albany Argus, to the New Era, to the Richmond Enquirer, if Martin Van Buren did not more towards the Revolution, THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 171 than the whole army beside. I appeal to the chair. The Chair was exceedingly sorry to differ from Mr. Harrington, but as Mr. Van Buren was not born at the time of the Revolution, he could hardly have taken any part in that struggle. Very true, said Mr. H., very true ; and then, how, I ask, could a man be expected to take any part in the Revolution when he was not born at the time ! How, I ask, can a man fight before he is born ] Is he to blame for that 1 Had he been old enough at the time, he would undoubtedly have been engaged in it, on one side or the other, and as the Whig side was decidedly the most popular, it is fair to presume that he would have espoused it. I repeat then, he is entitled to all the credit of a revolutionary patriot. And here, sir, I shall conclude, confident that I have established the claims of Van Buren, beyond all con¬ troversy. I will then propose for your bumpers, Martin Van Buiien, as fit for President now, as he ever was. This was received with loud cheering, and a song was called for, when the following was given, with great effect, the whole company joining in the chorus. THE DEFAULTERS’ GATHERING. Air—“ March, march.” March ! march ! clerks and collectors, "Why the de’il dinna ye march forward in order ! March ! march ! guagers, inspectors, All the defaulters are over the border. Many a mother’s son Like you, away has run, And now lives in Texas contented and hearty; 172 THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. So, mount and make ready then, All ye Sub-Treasury men, Run for yourselves, while ye fight for your party. Come from the Post-office, come from the broken banks, Come from the Land-office, come from the Cus- torn-house, Bring all your strength here, to fill up our swelling . ranks, Come bold as a lion, come still as a mouse. Take all the gold you can, Every Sub-Treasury man, Pocket the spoils, and march forward in order; Texas shall many a day, Tell of the mighty fray, When the defaulters came over the border. The President was then called upon from all parts of the table for a toast. He rose and said he should propose the health of a gentleman always esteemed by the Democratic party, but who had lately en¬ deared himself still more closely, by uttering one of the most abominable slanders that was ever perpe¬ trated. He need not say that he alluded to the dis¬ tinguished Senator from Tennessee, who had lately fabricated that very extraordinary and meritorious falsehood about General Harrison’s not being al¬ lowed to take his own letters from the Post-office. He did not mean to claim the mere fact of lying as any peculiar merit: that, he was aware, was shared by most of the prominent men of the party. He himself had, he trusted, done his part; every gen¬ tleman present, he doubted not, had done his share in lying, for the good of the party. It was by deception only that the party had been raised to its present flourishing condition. If the THE HARRISON MEDAL MINSTREL. 173 test of services was to be merely the number and atrocity of falsehoods fabricated, his illustrious friends, the editors of the Globe proper and the Globe extra, would stand unrivalled. But in nearly all these cases there was some slight foundation, not enough, to be sure, to support the mighty fabric of calumny generally reared upon it, but still some¬ thing. Not so in the case of Mr. Grundy. With an originality of conception, equalled only by the boldness of its execution, he stepped at once out of the beaten track, and with no guide but his own imagination, he had promulgated one of the foulest slanders ever poured upon a good man’s head. He had invented a falsehood as groundless as though he had said that General Harrison was a negro, or that General Harrison was an Englishman, and had never stepped out of the limits of London. The “ Demo¬ cratic” press throughout the union deserves great credit for the avidity with which they copied this calumny and enlarged upon it, but to Mr. Grundy alone belongs the merit of the invention. A man who has done this deserves something of his party ; a man who, for the good of his party, tramples upon that which honest men hold dearer than life—when he voluntarily holds himself up to the scorn and detestation of all honourable men— when he writes LIAR upon his forehead, and goes forth in the sight of his fellow-men, conscious that every one can read the damning character, indelibly imprinted upon his front—that man deserves all that “ the Democratic party” can give him. I offer, gentlemen, as a sentiment, The Hon. Felix Grundy, the distinguished slanderer, the unrivalled calumniator. The toast was drunk with all the honours, and another song being vociferously called for, the fol- 174 THE HARRISON MEDAL MltfSTRSfL. lowing was sung with immense effect, all joining in the chorus as before. THE OFFICE-HOLDERS’ LAMENT. Air—“ The last link is broken .” The last link is.broken That bound me to thee; And that great Whig Convention Has rendered me free. The Globe’s lies, misleading, May others deceive ; All its promise unheeding, I take my sad leave. You may think me in haste, But I pray you remember You’ll all gladly follow The last of November, I have not loved lightly, I’ll vote for you yet; I’ll read the Globe nightly, ... Till Van’ s sun is set. ,.‘ 4 T»« 4 fr f . j* Our reporter was enabled to obtain but a few of the toasts. Such as came to hand, we subjoin. The Republican Army of Bloodhounds in Flo¬ rida. —To such allies the administration looks, with confidence, for support in all its measures. The true Principles of Modern Patent Demo¬ cracy. —A penny a day, and seven shillings for an ox ; but no diminution of the salaries of the office¬ holders. The Boston Brass Band Custom-house Lec¬ turers. —Faithful “ hirelings” of the President. They earn their wages by their unscrupulous devo¬ tion to their master. ¥ 'rijs ']} ■ '?$ >- $ t * Mate* r&4- '?a^ £t£ £ V'f In good ok When we‘% : Three roguish eft.... For Old Tip's tei. The first, his name was $k v ; The second, his name The third, his name was F. P. Three chaps for roguery famous.