Tippecanoe Song

Air: Rosin the Beau

 

The voice of the nation has spoken,
The Democrats shake in their shoes;
The sceptre of Grover is broken;
He shrinks at the glorious news.

Chorus.
All hail to the glorious West!
Log cabins and yeomen, to you!
The land of the brave and the blest,
The home of old Tippecanoe!


G. Cleveland, these four years has mocked us,
His flesh is no sign of reform;
With promises false he has stocked us,
And now he must go with the storm.

Chorus.
All hail to the glorious West!
Log cabins and yeomen, to you!
The land of the brave and the blest,
The home of old Tippecanoe!

Our shops he would like to demolish
With blows of the bludgeon "Free Trade."
And so in November we'll polish
This Grover with Harrison's aid!

Chorus.
All hail to the glorious West!
Log cabins and yeomen, to you!
The land of the brave and the blest,
The home of old Tippecanoe!


Hail East, and the North, South and West,
The spirit of '40 renew;
Choose, yeomen, the man who is best—
The grandson of Tippecanoe.