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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WOLVERINE'S SONG, by ANONYMOUS
First Line: "ye hard fisted, long cabin, wolverine boys"
Last Line: "he's death on a tory, that tippecanoe!"
Subject(s): "harrison, William Henry (1773-1841);
First Line: "ye hard fisted, long cabin, wolverine boys"
Last Line: "he's death on a tory, that tippecanoe!"
Subject(s): "harrison, William Henry (1773-1841);
Ye hard fisted, long cabin, Wolverine boys,
Whom slander and ridicule never annoys,
Now come up to the scratch, for your country demands
The prayers of your hearts and the world of your hands:
For a race of vile "soap-locks" and ruffle-gay knaves
Have seized on our birthrights, and made us all slaves!
Come, then, to the rescue -- be fearless and true,
And we'll put them to flight with Old Tippecanoe!
Make way for tippecanoe!
He's death on a Tory, that Tippecanoe!
They call him a Granny -- they say he is poor
And lives in a Cabin befitting a boor!
And they say that he never drinks Port or Champagne,
But Cider as hard as his dwelling is plain! --
Well, what if he does? Still, his table is spread
With such as his purse will afford; and a bed --
Though coarser than Martin Van Buren's, 'tis true,
Is kept for the stranger by Tippecanoe!
Huzza for Tippecanoe!
He's death on a Tory, that Tippecanoe!
We know that Van Buren can ride in his coach
With servants, forbidding the vulgar's approach.
We know that his fortune such things will allow,
And we know that our candidate follows the plough;
But what if he does? Who was bolder to fight
In his country's defence on that perilous night
When nought save his valor sufficed to subdue
Our foes at the battle of Tippecanoe?
Huzza for Tippecanoe!
He dropped the red Locos at Tippecanoe!
They call him a coward, the dastardly slaves!
Whose courage preserved them from infantile graves,
And gave them that life which they ignobly spend
Traducing their own and their Country's best friend.
But slander and ridicule ne'er can efface
That long-settled, well-settled, deep-settled trace
Of gratitude, marked on the heart that is true!
He's after you, Matty, that Tippecanoe!
Make way for Tippecanoe!
He's death on a Tory, that Tippecanoe!
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