Here's two from the 1840 election campaign between Martin Van Buren and William Henry Harrison (Old Tippecanoe). Harrison won the election, but his administration was short-lived.
YE JOLLY YOUNG LADS OF OHIO
Ye jolly young lads of Ohio,
And all ye sick Jackson men too,
Come out from among the Van party,
And vote for old Tippecanoe.
And vote for old Tippecanoe,And vote for old Tippecanoe
Come out from among the Van party, 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 Marty, If we stick to old Tippecanoe.
If we stick...etc.
I therefore will give you a warning, Not that any good it will do,
For I'm certain you all are a going, To vote for old Tippecanoe.
To vote for..etc.
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 etc.
Good men from the Vanjacks are dying, Which makes them look kinder askew,
For they see the are joining the standard, With the Hero of Tippecanoe.
With the Hero etc.
The say the he lived in a cabin, And lived on old hard cider too,
Well, what if he did, I'm certain, he's the Hero of Tippecanoe.
He's the Hero etc
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 etc.
As for one I'm fully determined, To go, let it rain, hail or snow,
And do what we can in the battle, For the Hero of Tippecanoe.
For the Hero etc.
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 etc.
You can't make a song to Van Buren, Because his long name will not do;
There's nothing about him allurin', As there is about Tippecanoe.
He never was seen in a battle, Where bullet and cannon shot flew,
His nerves would be shocked with the rattle Of a contest like Tippecanoe.
While Harrison march'd to the border- Sly Van staid at home as you know,
Afraid of the smell of gun-powder - Then hurrah for Old Tippecanoe.
Little Matt was too tender a dandy, to shoulder a musket and go
Where Harrison battled so handy, As he did when at Tippecanoe.
But snug in his pretty silk stockings, And dressed in his broadcloth all new,
He roasted his shins in a parlour - Not fighting like Tippecanoe.
And now with his gold spoons and dishes, He lives like a king with his crew,
He'll feast on the loaves and the fishes, Till we put in Old Tippecanoe.