Hurrah?

HURRAH SONG.

The locos say there is no tune,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
To sing to this New Jersey Coon,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
But we can tell them something better;
We’ll have a rhyme for every letter!
Hurrah, &c.
Now, Whigs, three cheers for all the states,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
For we have got our candidates,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
And we are sure they will be chosen,
Both Harry Clay and Frelinghuysen!
Hurrah, &c.
The locos have done all they can,
Hurrah; hurrah, hurrah!
And “Martin is a used up man,”
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
And locos hide their eyes in shame,
Since Clay and Frelinghuysen came!
Hurrah, &c.

I’m almost ashamed of this one.  What’s the matter, Whigs?  Had half a page you needed to fill up?

The locos are the Locofocos, the radical Democrats.

The New Jersey Coon is Theodore Frelinghuysen (the coon was the Whigs’ symbolic animal).  Clay is Henry Clay, “the same old coon.”

Martin is Martin Van Buren, and “used up” means wasted, finished, of no further use.

A better song tomorrow, I promise:  Advance Whigs!