Election Songs

Air: Hey, Come Along, Josey

Come listen to me, and I'll sing you a song,
Which, I promise you, shall not be long;
And I know you'll say it's a first-rate thing,
And dis is de tune dat I will sing:
Hey, cum along, jim along, Josey.
Hey, cum along, jim along, Jo.

De Republicans, you know, next fall
Is goin' ter stop de Bourbon ball;
Ginrawl Harrison is too strong for Grover,
And at the lexshun will turn him over.
Hey, cum along, jim along, Josey.
Hey, cum along, jim along, Jo.

De Demmies say dey will no hab him,
Kase how he born in a log cabin;
But de peeple say dey do not kere,

He shall hab de White House 'fore a year.
Hey, cum along, jim along, Josey.
Hey, cum along, jim along, Jo.

Dey say his gran'pa drank hard cider,
But dey only spread his fame de wider,
And dey may ober dere shampane,
Make fun ob him, but it's all in vain.
Hey, cum along, jim along, Josey.
Hey, cum along, jim along, Jo.

Yes, let um laf at his old granny,
But how he walloped little Vanny!
He put de Locos on de run,
And den he entered Washington.
Hey, cum along, jim along, Josey,
Hey, cum along, jim along, Jo.

And dat's de way young Tippecanoe
Will with this Free Trade Grover do.
An' Grove and all will make dere tracks
As if the debbil war at dere backs.
Hey, cum along, jim along, Josey.
Hey, cum along, jim along, Jo.

An' now, gentle folks, I bid you good bye,
Don't let de Demmies frow chalk in yer eye
And when to de city de Ginrawl you bring,
Dis nigger'll be dere all ready to sing.
Hey, cum along, jim along, Josey.
Hey, cum along, jim along, Jo.