Subject: Lyr Add: Assorted Campaign Songs (1848-1856)
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chico
Date: 02 Sep 05 - 08:36 PM
(Campaign of 1848) Cass & Butler.txt
AIR -- 'Piccayune Butler'
E B7
They came to town the other day,
A B7 E A E
And told us what the people say, Ahoo!
That Cass and Butler, tis a fact,
Oh they're the ones to clear the track, Ahoo!
E
|: Cass and butler's coming, coming,
A E B7 E
Cass and Butler's come to town :|
[Bb solo to B]
Ahoo, Ahoo, Ahoo, Ahoo Ahoo Ahoo [pause]
A E B7 E
Cass and Butler's come to town
Some time ago they met before
And started the Ball in Baltimore, Ahoo!
When Polk and Dallas was the name,
But Cass and Butler's now the game, Ahoo!
[From a broadside in the Harris Collection, Brown University. 'Songs America Voted By']
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(Campaign of 1848) Fox and Geese.txt
AIR -- Oh Susanna!
At Kinderhook there long has dwelt, a very cunning Fox,
Who long for years gone-by has preyed, upon the public flocks;
But now his game has grown so shy, his profits to increase,
A new plan he's compelled to try, to catch the public Geese.
Oh, Van Buren! you could n't come it quite,
You tried the Free Soil gammon, but that rooster wouldn't fight.
By that keen appetite compelled, long fasting will produce,
In borrowed plumes he takes the field, apparelled as a goose,
In hopes the stupid birds to gull, and once more at his ease,
To laugh at, and grow fat upon the luckless public geese.
That he has really changed his side, he tried hard to evince,
To puff his merits far and wide, he sent the gallant prince;
Full many a noble bird he caught, by cunning tricks like these,
But there's one flock he ne'er can gull, the MASSACHUSETTS Geese.
In vain this worthy tried his best, in vain tried all his minions,
The public saw the fox's snout, beneath the goose's pinions,
They kept their distance, saved their hides, and witnessed Van's decease,
Who starved to death, because, forsooth, he could'nt catch the geese.
[Written expressly for the Roxbury Taylor Club.]
* * *
(Campaign of 1848) Hurrah For Rough And Ready.txt
AIR -- 'Old Dan Tucker' (Palo Alto Metre)
D G D (G)
When Washington and Jackson fled,
D A7 G
Folks thought our race of heroes dead,
D G D (G)
But Freedom to her soil still steady,
D A7 G
Sent gallant Taylor, "the Rough and Ready."
D G
Hurrah, hurrah, Hurrah, hurrah,
A 7 G
Both night and day with voices steady,
D G
[Hurrah, hurrah, Hurrah, hurrah,]
A7 G D
Shout for our gallant "Rough and Ready."
[A native son of old Kentuck,
With a heart like a lion, an eye like a buck,
A head as clear as her skies so free,
And frame as tough as her hickory tree.]
In eighteen "12" 'gainst twelve to one,
He bravely saved Fort Harrison,
And made Miami's red skins fly,
From the lead of his guns, and the fire of his eye.
At Florida in '37,
With five hundred men --- the foe eleven,
He burnt "red alligators" Toby,
And conquered at Lake Okeechobee.
There Thompson, Brooke, and a hundred fell,
'Mid the roar of the storm and the Indian yell,
But Taylor gave the cats such cracks,
That they flew from the field like the fur from their backs.
[At last against the lurking foe,
The pride of Bandit, Mexico,
He met them five to one quite handy,
And gave them Yankee Doodle Dandy.]
[He covered Palo Alto's grass,
And Resaca de la Palma's Pass,
With heads and limbs and being winner,
He fed his troops on Arista's dinner.]
Then hail to Zach., the first of men,
With sword or word, or with the pen,
To the people ever true and steady,
We'll find him still "Old Rough and Ready."
[From 'Old Zack upon the Track']
Oh, Lewis Cass, he went to France
King Phillippe showed him how to dance
He dressed him up in clothes so fine
Then let him come with him to dine
Get out of the way, poor Cass unsteady
Thought people were too rough and ready
Cass forthwith set to work to make
Americans all a court-dress take
To cost a hundred dollars or more
And wouldn't introduce the Poor
Get out of the way, the toiling masses
Hate court-dress and courtier Casses
* * *
(Campaign of 1848) Martin Van of Kinderhook.txt
AIR -- 'Dandy Jim of Caroline'
D G D A7
Come ye hardy sons of toil
D A7 D A7
And cast your ballots for free soil
He who'd vote for Zacky Taylor
G A7 D
Needs a keeper or a jailer
D G
Martin Van's the one we'll go
D A7
He is the man for the people, O!
D 7 G B° (E7)
I look around and find it so
A7 D
Just as they said at Buffalo
And he who still for Cass can be
He is a Cass without the 'C'
The man on whom we love to look
Is Martin Van of Kinderhook
When the Whigs they preach and pray
For the old man of Monterrey
I shake my head as up I figures
The price of his two hundred niggers
When the Hunkers say the man
Is Lewis Cass of michigan
Amid the talk of all their lawyers
I think of sand-banks snags and sawyers,
How the Hunker placement pale
As our shouts come on the gale
How they tremble with dismay
Looking on our proud array
Taylor he must take his station
Among the slaves on his plantation
While the toast around we pass
"A long good night" to Lewis Cass
[The abolitionist Free Soil party nominated ex-president Van Buren, who took 1/10 of the total vote and enough democrat votes from Lewis Cass to swing the election to Whig Zachary Taylor. Buffalo was the site of the Free Soil convention. The "Hunkers" referred to conservative Democrats, 'Barnburners' to anti-slavery democrats. Van Buren was from Kinderhook NY.]
* * *
(Campaign of 1852) Locofoco Song.txt
AIR -- 'Nelly Bly'
C G7
Locos all great and small, listen while I sing,
C7 F G7 C
A song to you both good and true about our Pierce and king
G7
General Pierce, he is not fierce, but full of Yankee game
C7 F (Am F#°) G7 C
For he did go to Mexico the hottentots to tame
C F C F#° G7
High Locos, Ho Locos, Listen while I sing;
C7 F G7 C
A song for you that's good and true about our Pierce and King
General Scott, he likes things hot, especially his 'soup'
He thinks it good for flesh and blood when'er his spirits droop
For Pierce and King we'll shout and sing while on our 'winding way'
So 'Coons' look out what you're about we're bound to win the day
On next march we'll take the starch out of 'Fillmore's' collar
Old Scott we'll beat on the first heat and make the 'Coons' all holler
Then Locos all--great and small--shout aloud and sing
A loud huzza and hip! Hurrah! For our own Pierce and King!
[from the Brooklyn eagle]
* * *
(Campaign of 1852) Nomination Song.txt
AIR -- 'Old Granite State'
C F C G 7
Come, let's put the ball in motion, let us raise a great commotion,
C F C (Am) G 7
For the Democratic notion from the old Granite State.
C G 7
Oh, come forth from hill and valley, from the mountains let us sally
C G 7
Round our candidate we'll rally, from the old Granite State.
C G 7
We're a band of locos, we're a band of locos,
C Am
We're a band of locos, and we'll shout for Pierce and King!
Franklin Pierce's nomination meets the people's approbation.
'Twas the nicest calculation of the old Virginia State.
Oh, the Whigs are getting weary, for their prospects are but dreary,
There is nothing for them cheerful from the old Granite State.
C G7 C G#7 G
Hurrah! hurrah!, hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!, hurrah!
C G 7
We're a band of locos, we're a band of locos,
C G7 C
We're a band of locos, and we'll shout for Pierce and King
Franklin Pierce's elevation will do honor to the nation,
For he bears that reputation in the old Granite State.
While this story we are telling, oh, we know with rage you're swelling,
But the Empire keeps propelling for the old Granite State.
For the Union we're united, and to that our faith is plighted,
For they've sworn to see it righted in the old Granite State.
So you may as well retire, for into your rear we'll fire,
Old Virginia never tires with the old Granite State.
[Franklin Pierce, Democrat and 14th President, was born in Hillboro, New Hampshire. Democrats used the Motto "We Polked you in 1844; we shall Pierce you in 1852!"]
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(Campaign of 1852) Oh Poor Greeley.txt
AIR -- 'Oh Susannah'
D A7
I had a dream the other night when all around was still
D Bm (G) D A7 D (A7)
I dreamed I saw Old 'Pultepec a-sliding down the hill
D 7 (Bm) A7
The 'hasty' soup was in his hand, the 'fire was in his rear'
D 7 Bm G E7 D A7 D (7)
His free soil allies wouldn't stand But scattered far and near
G 7 D 7 A7
Oh poor Greeley, don't you spit on me
D Bm G E7 D A7 D (A7)
I'm getting up Salt River, with the platform on my knee
He had a pack of letters, too he'd wrote since Forty-one
With principles of every hue, weighing about a ton
The whole was fast upon his back and really crushed him down
And not a Whig of al the pack, could stop to lift a pound
He called the Irish long and loud from Patrick up to Harney
But Paddy only grinned and bowed and "Jist he twigged the blarney"
"Arrah, I'm not a native coon, nor caught with trash writin'
'Your indignation fired too soon you'd better stick to fightin'"
"But Franklin Pierce's the boy for me, his father came from Erin
His father's son is frank and free, we like his fine appearin'"
But still poor Scott kept slipping past a-down that slippery hill
He called on Billy York at last and called both loud and shrill
But Billy's feet were slipping too, his darkies wouldn't draw
He couldn't make them hold the two, "Platform" and "Higher Law"
Poor Greeley sweat and Greeley braced, to stop the general slide
But Greeley's morals double faced, slid onward with the tide
Those mystic epaulettes he grasped Scott wore in '48
"His brains were never here" he gasped, but all this comes too late
"That horrid war we used to hate, we love it dearly now
We never talked of bloody graves, dang it anyhow"
Thus in this vision of the night when all around was till
I saw the Whigs in motley flight far down that slippery hill
While democrats were on the brow, and made the welkin ring
Old Coon we'ev fairly caught you now, Hurrah for Pierce and King
[Horace Greeley was editor of New York Tribune, an a leading Whig. Billy York was reference to William Seward of New York, Scott's campaign manager]
* * *
(Campaign of 1852) Scott Soup For The Million.txt
Scott Soup For The Million
TUNE --- OLD DAN TUCKER.
VERSE
We are going to make a pot of soup,
To satisfy a big Scott troup
Of men who fight and never fly,
But stand their ground until they die.
CHORUS
Out of the way you Pierce and King,
Out of the way you Pierce and King,
Out of the way you Pierce and King,
Our new Scott soup is just the thing.
We'll fill our pot with goodly things,
To ward off Democratic stings;
And first of all we will not feign
To give the battle of Lundy's Lane.
The next ingredient for our pot,
As good as any we have got,
Is old Fort George, of which we brag,
Where Scott tore down the British flag.
And now we come to take for use
A corner piece of Vera cruz;
And for our use we'll have a speck
Away from old Chepultepec.
The next good chance that we have got
To put a mixture in our pot,
Is just to take up Mexico,
And give it wholesale as we go.
There's other things that we have got
To make a bowl of soup for Scott;
For forty years the Hero stood,
And fought to do his country good.
Whoever wants a bowl of soup,
Will not be treated like a dupe,
If he will call on General Scott,
President of the Public Pot.
Old Tennessee and Michigan
Will do their duty to a man;
With the Old Bay State, who never fears,
Good Lord! What chance has Gen. Pierce?
The Old Dominion State, as one,
With North Carolina's favorite son,
Will dose the Locos almost dead,
On Hasty Soup and Graham Bread.
The Locos they will long remember
The great defeat of next November;
And when they see this mighty throng,
They'll have to think of this old song.
* * *
(Campaign of 1856) Empire Club Song.txt
AIR -- 'Whack row de dow' [Conjectural]
C G7 C
Come Democrats and listen while I sing to you a song
7 F C D7 G
'Tis all about the nigger-worshippers and it will not take me long
C 7 F (D7)
Fremont is on their platform and their principles endorse
C E7 Am D7 G7
To worship Niggers night and morn, and ride the 'Woolly Horse'
C F G7
Whack! row, de dow, worship Niggers night and morn
C F G7 C
Whack! row, de dow, and ride the 'Woolly Horse'
Free speech, free niggers, and Fremont, Now seems to be the go
But these crazy Nigger-Worshippers the Union would destroy|[depose]
For there's balm in Gilead, we hear the people say
With Buchanan and with Breckenridge, we will surely win the day
Whack! row, de dow, with Buchanan and with Breckenridge
Whack! row, de dow, we'll ride the 'Woolly Horse'
["Empire Club Song" the Campagn Democrat, July 30, 1856. Woolly Horse referred to Fremont. P.T. Barum claimed to have in his possession (1849) a 'woolly horse' whchw as part antelope, camel, and buffalo, which suppposedly had been captured by Fremont's exploration party. Choruses are conjectural and not historically accurate.]
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(Campaign of 1856) Fillmore the Wise.txt
Fillmore the Wise
1856 Campaign Song
American Party
For Candidates
Millard Fillmore & A.J. Donelson
VERSE
Stand forth you true men of our parties
our hope sure needs no disguise:
And sing of your love of our country
By voting for Fillmore the Wise.
CHORUS
By voting for Fillmore the Wise,
By voting for Fillmore the Wise;
And sing of your love of your country,
By voting for Fillmore the Wise.
VERSE
May each state of our glorious republic
In its might and its majesty rise;
And thunder its hatred of treason
In votes for our Fillmore the wise!
CHORUS
In votes for our Fillmore the wise,
In votes for our Fillmore the wise;
And thunder its hatred of treason
In votes for our Fillmore the wise!
VERSE
And look out for the men of our party
Let our shouts in great Unison rise
For our country and noble proponent
For Donelson and Fillmore The Wise
CHORUS
For Donelson and Fillmore The Wise,
For Donelson and Fillmore The Wise;
Let our shouts in great Unison rise
For Donelson and Fillmore The Wise!
* * *
(Campaign of 1856) Fremont and Freedom.txt
AIR -- 'Few Days'
G (C) G D7 G
A song I've got my friends for you, few Days, few Days
G C G Em D7 G
The tune and style will please you too for we're going home
Fremont and freedom is our word, Few days, few days,
We've nailed our flag and drawn our sword, For we're going home
G C D7 G
For there's the White House yonder, Few days, Few days
Fremont and Dayton's bound there, we're going home
We can't be kept back longer few days, few days,
Ev'ry day were growing stronger, we're going home
Old ten-cent Jimmy is no go, Few days, few days
And Breckenridge is far too slow, we're going home
They both endorse weak Pierce's reign few days, few days
Which on our country leaves a stain we're going home
Old Bachelors are low in rate, few Days, few Days
They'd never populate a state for we're going home
The white House parties must not drag, few Days, few Days
And what could bucks be but a stag for we're going home
Though Fremont he was born down 'thar', few Days, few Days
He's strong as his Rocky Mountain b'ar, for we're going home
He made our California state, few Days, few Days
It's made us rich, we'll make him great, for we're going home
And now my friends we vote a health, few Days, few Days
To our first choice--the nation's wealth, for we're going home
Fremont and freedom is the word, few Days, few Days
We've nailed our flag and drawn our sword, for we're going home
[Old Benton says he's out for Buck, few Days, few Days
But his finger on his nose is stuck for we're going home
Fremont's the man, he surely knows, few Days, few Days
Or if he didn't his daughter does for we're going home]
['Ten-cent Jimmy' refers to Buchanan's commend that it was a fair wage for workingmen. Tom Benton was a democratic party official and senator. Buchanan was the only bachelor president.]
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(Campaign of 1856) Union Wagon.txt
AIR -- 'Wait for the Wagon'
A 7 E7 A
There's right and wrong in parties, and the right is on our side
7 D E7 A
So we will mount the wagon, boys and let the nation ride
The Union is our wagon, and the people are its springs
And every true american for Millard Fillmore sings
A 7 D
Wait for the wagon, wait for the wagon
A 7 Bm E7 A
Wait for the wagon, and we'll all take a ride
This wagon is a noble one, 'twas made in '76
Twas driven by George Washington though stormy politics
With western oak and eastern pine and northern ash 'tis bound
Palmetto cypress cotton-wood, in spokes and wheels are found
The mill-boy of the Slashes boys, our ballant Ahenry Clay
Once sat within this wagon as we're sitting here today
He drove the road of compromise by Constitutional charts
And held the reins of Union all around the people's hearts
In this our glorious wagon with the nation at his side
Through all the troubled elements our Jackson once did ride
And now we keep his memory green and hail his noble name
For Andrew Jackson Donelson a seat with us may claim
When Webster shook th friendly hand with noble-souled Calhoun
'Twas here upon our wagon-box, thaey sat in close commune
Our millard drove the wagon, then, and clay was ast his side
And never did the nation take a safer union ride
[On the other side we see, how the foreign voters come
From the banks of the Liffey and the Shannon
And they swear by the powers of whiskey and of rum
That their candidate is "Ould Buchanan"]
[Know-nothing campaign song from 'Fillmore and Donelson Songs for the Campaign". The foreign voters verse is from a different title, 'The Union Course']
* * *
(Campaign of 1856) We'll Give 'Em Jessie.txt
AIR --'Wait for the Wagon'
A E7 A
YE friends of freedom rally now, and push the cause along;
7 D E7 A
We have a glorious candidate, a platform broad and strong;
"Free Speech, Free Press, Free Soil, Free Men, Fremont," -- we have no fears,
With such a battle-cry, but that we'll beat the Buchaniers.
A 7 D
We'll give 'em Jessie, we'll give 'em Jessie,
A 7 Bm E7 A
We'll give 'em Jessie, when we rally at the polls.
In after time his dauntless arm unlocked the Golden Gate;
His eloquence to Freedom gave the El Dorado State.
Nor cold, nor heat, thirst, hunger, naught of horror, moved his fears;
So shout Fremont and Liberty -- down with the Buchaniers!
Then rally, rally every man who values Liberty;
Who would not see our fair land given to blighting Slavery.
Our cause, "Free Speech, Free Press, Free Soil, Free Men," -- So now three cheers
For the People's Candidate, FREMONT, who frights the Buchaniers.
And when our banner floats aloft, we'll pblish to the world
That freedom's hosts are marshaling, that freedom's flag's unfurled
And waves above a gallant band of men of every station
Who advocate "Free Speech, Free Soil, all over God's creation"
[From Fremont & Dayton Campaign Songster]
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(Campaign of 1856) Wide-Awake Yankee Doodle.txt
AIR -- 'Yankee Doodle'
D A7 D A7 D A7 D A7
Come Uncle Sam, be "Wide Awake" too long you have been sleeping
D7 G (Em) A 7 D
Be on your guard to crush the snake that round you has been creeping
G D
Yankee Doodle, Wide Awake, be silent you should never
G Em (D°) D A7 D
Until you drive the popish snake from off the soil forever
For it has almost charmed your eyes to such imprudent blindness
That it could take you by surprise and crush you for your kindness
Americans should be "Wide Awake" for surely you must know
That for our country's own dear sake, each man his worth must show
For we are free and won't submit to intolerance and agresssion
For papists who, from foreign lands come here to rule this nation
[Know-nothing song from the Millard Fillmore & A.J. Donelson 'American Party' campaign, which polled 900,000 votes and took the state of Maryland's electoral votes.
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