The New Hampshire Gazette

POETRY.
From the Western Argus.
It is with pleasure we publish the following verses.
We hope to hear from the writer often. Is this an untried hand, or has it not some "cunning in its fingers,"
which has been exercised before? The writer can be of
service and should work on:
De Veto ob de Bank.
As I went down the street the other day
Who should I meet but Massa Henry Clay,
So long in the visage, and so long in the jaw,
Cause Massa Tyler wouldn't make de Bank a law.
Hey Jim along, can't you get along Josy?
I chanc'd for to go out in the afternoon,
And dar I met Massa John C. Calhoun,
As strait as an arrow in de middle ob de way,
Bowin mighty smilin to Massa Harry Clay.
Hey jim along, &c.
A little furder down I met Massa King,
Lor bless my soul, if he didn't gin to sing;
Harry Clay's a goner, as every body know,
Cause he wouldn't fight, & his bank it wouldn't go.
Hey jim along, &c.
Along wid Massa King come Benton and Linn,
And de way dey was a laffin I tell you vas a sin,
Oh, it was nuts to know how de whiggies' crests did
fall,
Clay, Preston, Southard, Tallmadge, Crittenden, and
all.
Hey jim along, &c.
I kept on going till I found it was most night,
When here comes along Allen, Tappan & Wright;
Well, says old Ben, they've had the extra session,
And I'm willin now to give dem my poor blessin,
Hey jim along, &c.
Dat they have, says Allen, and spent de nation's money.
And got a plenty of wormwood and berry little honey,
Dey've had de extra session, and what did dey do?
Made a law to borrow money, and to gib away too.
Hey jim along, &c.
Now you see by dis time I got to Capitol Hill,
And dar sot them youngsters, Massa Steenrod & Mill.
Wif little Massa Weller, all so merry you must know
Cause Massa John Tyler gib de Bank de veto.
Hey jim along, &c.
Now I could tell you lots more, but indeed it wouldn't do
For the Whiggies are so sore, and look so berry blue,
Bout Wise and Hunter, Mallory and Rives,
Adams, Marshall, Archer, Gilmer, all laughin in their
sleeves,
Hey jim along, &c.