The Log Cabin and Hard Cider Candidate

Air: Auld Lang Syne


Should good old cider be despised,
And ne'er regarded more?
Should plain log cabins be despised,
Our fathers built of yore?
For the true old style, my boys!
For the true old style?


Let's take a mug of cider, now,
For the true old style.
We've tried experiments enough
Of fashions new and vain,
And now we long to settle down
To good old times again.
For the good old ways, my boys!
For the good old ways,
Let's take a mug of cider, now,
For the good old ways.


We've tried your purse-proud lords, who love
In palaces to shine;
But we'll have a plowman President
Of the Cincinnatusline.
For old North Bend, my boys!
For old North Bend,
We'll take a mug of cider, yet,
For old North Bend.


We've tried the "greatest and the best,"
And found him bad enough;
And he who "in the footsteps treads"
Is yet more sorry stuff.
For the brave old Thames, my boys!
For the brave old Thames,
We'll take a mug of cider, yet,
For the brave old Thames.

Then give 's a hand, my boys!
And here's a hand for you,
And we'll quaff the good old cider yet
For Old Tippecanoe.
For Old Tippecanoe, my boys!
For Old Tippecanoe,
We'll take a mug of cider, yet,
For Old Tippecanoe.


And surely you'll give your good vote,
And surely I will, too;
And we'll clear the way to the White House, yet,
For Old Tippecanoe.
For Tip-pe-canoe, my boys,
For Tip-pe-canoe,
We'll take a mug of cider, yet,
For Tippecanoe.