Old Tippecanoe's Raisin'.
Come, all you log cabin boys, we're going to have a raisin';
We've got a job on hand that we think will be pleasin';
We'll turn out and build old Tip a new cabin,
And finish it off with chinkin' and daubin'.
We want all the log cabin boys in the nation
To be on the ground when we lay the foundation;
And we'll make all the office-holders think its amazin'
To see how we work at Old Tippecanoe's raisin'.
On the thirtieth day of next October,
We'll take some hard cider, but we'll all keep sober,
We'll shoulder our axes and cut down the timber,
And have our cabin done by the second of December;
We'll have it well chink'd, and we'll have on the cover,
Of good sound clapboards, with the weight-poles over,
And a good wide chimney for the fire to blaze in;
So, come on, boys, to Old Tippecanoe's raisin'.
Ohio will find the house-log timber,
And Old Virginia, as you'll remember,
Will find the timber for the clapboards and chinkin' —
'Twill all be first rate stuff I'm thinkin'.
And when we want to daub it, it happens very lucky
That we have got the best of Clay in old Kentucky;
For there's no other State has such good clays in,
To make the mortar for Old Tippecanoe's raisin'.
For the hauling of the logs we'll call on Pennsylvania,
For the Conestoga teams will pull as well as any,
And the Yankee States and York State, and all of the others,
Will come and help us lift, like so many brothers,
146The Hoosiers and the Suckers, and the Wolverine farmers,
They all know the right way to carry up the corners,
And every one's a good enough carpenter and mason,
To do a little work at Old Tippecanoe's raisin'.
We'll cut out a window, and have a wide door in,
We'll lay a good loft and a first rate floor in,
We'll fix it all complete, for Old Tip to see his friends in,
And we know that its latchstring will never have its end in;
On the fourth day of March Old Tip will move in it,
And then little Martin will have to shin it; —
So, hurrah! boys, there's no two ways in
The fun we'll have at Old Tippecanoe's raisin'.