National Whig Song.

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By William Hayden, Esq.
TUNE — "The fine old English Gentleman."

I'll sing you a new Whig song, made to a good old rhyme,
Of a fine, true-hearted gentleman, all of the olden time;
By birth and blood, by kith and kin, a sound true Whig was he,
For his father signed the charter that made our country free.
Like a fine, true-hearted gentleman,
All of the olden time.

In youth, upon the tented field, his laurels he did gain;
No Chief so many battles fought, that never fought in vain;
In peace the quiet Statesman he; but when grim war arose,
He buckled on his armor then, to meet his country's foes.
Like a fine, true-hearted gentleman,
All of the olden time.

And when he'd served his country well, in senate and in field,
The honors that awaited him most freely did he yield;
He turned him to his home again, and sought a Farmer's toils,
For though he'd filled the offices, he never took the spoils.
Like a fine, true-hearted gentleman,
All of the olden time.

And when the People in their might, have put their solemn ban,
Upon the arch Magician, and on all his tory clan,
To manage well their state affairs, with one accord they'll send
For another Cincinnatus — the Farmer of North Bend.
For he's a fine true-hearted gentleman,
All of the olden time.

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When in the youthful warrior's hand his country placed the sword,
He conquered all her enemies that threatened from abroad;
And now, when with domestic foes her highest places teem,
The land the gallant Soldier saved, the Statesman must redeem.
Like a fine, true-hearted gentleman,
All of the olden time.

Let ever sound, true-hearted Whig now raise his voice on high,
And for the triumph of the cause, join Freedom's loudest cry;
Come to the fight; we'll win the field — away with doubts and fears;
The people's man is HARRISON; let us give him three good cheers.
For he's a fine, true-hearted gentleman,
All of the olden time.