GET OUT OF THE WAY!
Tune — Ole Dan Tucker.

The moon was shining silver bright,
The stars with glory crowned the night,
High on a limb that "same old Coon"
Was singing to himself this tune:

Chorus.
Get out of the way, you're all unlucky;
Clear the track for Old Kentucky!

Now in a sad predicament
The Lokies are for President,
They have six horses in the pasture,
And don't know which can run the faster:
Get out of the way, &c.

The wagon-horse from Pennsylvany,
The Dutchmen think he 's best of any;
But he must drag in heavy stages,
His federal notions and low wages:
Get out of the way, &c.

They proudly bring upon the course
An old and broken-down war-horse;
They shout and sing 'O rumpsey dumsey,
Colonel Johnson killed Tecumsey!'
Get out of the way, &c.

And here is Cass, though not a dunce,
Will run both sides of the track at once;
To win the race will all things copy,
Be sometimes pig, and sometimes puppy:
Get out of the way, &c.

The fiery southern horse Calhoun,
Who hates a Fox and fears a Coon,
To toe the scratch will not be able,
For Matty keeps him in the stable;
Get out of the way, &c.

And here is Matty, never idle,
A tricky horse that slips his bridle;
In forty-four we 'll show him soon
The little Fox can't fool the Coon:
Get out of the way, &c.

The balkey horse they call John Tyler,
We 'll head him soon or burst his boiler;
His cursed " grippe" has seized us all,
Which Doctor Clay will cure next fall:
Get out of the way, &c.

The people's favourite, Henry Clay,
Is now the 'Fashion' of the day,
And let the track be dry or mucky,
We'll stake our pile on Old Kentucky:
Get out of the way, he 's swift and lucky,
Clear the track for Old Kentucky!

[Littell, John S., The Clay Minstrel, (New York: Greely & M'Elrath, 1844, pp.175-6)]