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AMERICAN TELEGRAPH
[From the New Orleans Campaign Republic.]
CAMPAIGN SONG.
BY THAT SAME OLD COON OF THE CITY OF JEFFERSON.
AIR—"Royal Charlie."
At Baltimore the Whigs agreed
And made this proclamation—
That Winfield Scott, of Chippewa,
Be Captain of the Nation.
CHORUS—Around him gather, with fuss and feathers,
And keep the ball in motion:
Then down we'll fling both Pierce and King,
The Locofoce notion.
Old Jackson, too, thought Scott would do
To put down Nullification:
So sent him off, in thirty-two,
By silent proclamation.
Around him gather, &c.
'Tis Winfield Scott, of Lundy's Lane,
Our country's brave defender;
Then to the polls, ye noble souls,
At the election in November.
Around him gather, &c.
On the quarter-deck of an English ship,
Though captive, still so proud and brave,
He hurled it in the Briton's teeth,
"Ireland's boys you're bound to save!"
Around him gather, &c.
Said he, "For every Irishman
Thy murderous hands will dare to slay,
A Briton's blood shall surely flow,
Though it should cost my life to pay."
Around him gather, &c.
So true it is, and all may read,
In history's brightest story,
The "twenty-three" returned to see
Their adopted country's glory
Around him gather, &c.
Come, all ye "Coons," and bring your spoons
On the fourteenth of September,
To take Scott soup and sing Scott tunes,
For the election's in November.
Around him gather, with fuss and feathers.
And keep the ball in motion,
And from you fling both Pierce and King,
That Locofoco notion,
SEPT. 9, 1852.