The Northern Galaxy

A WHIG SONG.
BY J. GREINER,-TUNE, "GOODBYE, JOHN."
Come, Whigs, and raise your voices strong,
We'll sing a good old fashioned song;
We've lots of timber, good and true
For President, we think-don't you?
Chorus-Then wake up, Whigs, daylight's breaking,
We go for the Whigs there's no mistaking;
And set these locos shivering, shaking
Ha, ha, ha, boys, well we will.
We've Judge McLean, the Bench adorning
Cool and calm as a summer's morning;
A flashing eye, and noble form,
A Whig in sunshine and in storm,
Then wake up, Whigs, &c.
The God-like Dan, in every station,
Boast of the 'tarnal "Yankee nation;"
Where shall I go? old Dan's a crowder
On Constitution, law and chowder!
Then wake up, Whigs, &c.
Tom Corwin, Tom, we hail with joy
Our own Ohio wagon boy!
He drives ahead, and flinches never,
A true blue Whig, and Whig forever.
Then wake up, Whigs, &c.
Like Saul among the prophets tall
A head and shoulders over all,
No plate of soup, though hasty, hot,
Nor "fire in the rear," can injure Scott:
Then wake up, Whigs, &c.
Old fashioned, honest, rough Old Zack,
We love thee!—only take the track,
And we'll take out the "yaller kiver,"
And hurra, boys. Old Zack forever.
Then wake up, Whigs, &c.
Pride of the Whigs--our Harry Clay!
Dread of the Locos-proud we say:
Tho' other men we may adore,
We love "our Clay" a little more.
Then wake up, Whigs, &c.
A long, strong pull-pull altogether,
Thro' sunshine, fair and stormy weather-
We'll swell the chorus loud and hearty
Our God, our Country, and our party
Chorus-Then wake up, Whigs! daylight's breaking,
We go for a Whig there's no mistaking;
And set these Locos shivering, shaking
Ha, ha, ha, boys, well we will.