A Loco Election Song.

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TUNE — "Oh dear what can the matter be."

Verily ah! how my dear heart keepeth bumping,
As a pendulum 'gainst my tough ribs loudly thumping.
Or a mouse in a rat-trap that's to and fro jumping,
For the country is going astray.
And it's oh! oh! what can the matter be?
Oh dear! what can the matter be?
Dear! dear! what can the matter be?
The country is going astray.

First in Connecticut election beginning,
The Locos all said they were certain of winning,
The shouts from that State in my ears are still dimming,
Connecticut's going astray.

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And it's oh dear! what can the matter be?
Oh dear! what can the matter be?
Dear! dear! what can the matter be!
Connecticut's going astray.

Then in Rhode Island the folks began voting,
That nice little state upon which we were doting,
What the final result was, is hardly worth noting,
Rhode Island is going astray.
And it's oh dear! what can the matter be?
Oh dear! what can the matter be?
Dear! dear! what can the matter be?
Rhode Island is going astray.

Then Old Virginia we were certain of gaining,
And that State the flow of Hard Cider restraining,
Would give the Magician some slight chance of reigning,
But Virginia is going astray.
And it's oh dear! what can the matter be?
Oh dear! what can the matter be?
Dear! dear! what can the matter be?
Virginia is going astray.

And so through the land all our bright hopes are sinking,
For all the good people Hard Cider are drinking,
And about state affairs they are talking and thinking,
The people are going astray.
And it's oh dear! what can the matter be?
Oh dear! what can the matter be?
Dear! Dear! what can the matter be?
The people are going astray.