The Farmer President.

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Tune — "'Tis my delight of a shiny night."

Did you ever hear of the farmer
That lives out in the West;
Of all the men for President
The wisest and the best?
To put him in the Capitol,
We've found a capital way:
Oh! we'll sing a Harrison song by night,
And beat his foes by day.

CHORUS — Oh! we'll sing, &c.

Come all, of every station,
The rich as well as poor,
For all the farmer had a place
Who ever sought his door;
He never shrunk before the rich,
Nor turned the poor away;
Oh! we'll sing a Harrison song by night,
And beat his foes by day.

CHORUS — Oh! we'll sing, &c.

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Come, all the folks of every age,
The old as well as young;
There's not in all Columbia
A name more justly sung;
The bravest of the brave was he,
When found in deadly fray;
Oh! we'll sing a Harrison song by night,
And beat his foes by day.

CHORUS — Oh! we'll sing, &c.

When gathered into council
Among the wise and great,
He never thought to serve himself,
But wisely served the state;
A statesman he of vigour yet,
Although his locks are gray;
Oh! we'll sing a Harrison song by night,
And beat his foes by day.

CHORUS — Oh! we'll sing, &c.

There's news about election
Borne on in every gale,
A shout from every place is heard,
About the plough and flail;
And freemen's voices gladly join
To catch the sounds so gay;
Oh! we'll sing a Harrison song by night,
And beat his foes by day.

CHORUS — Oh! we'll sing, &c.

Then raise the Harrison banner
Upon the outward walls;
The word is rolling trumpet-tongued,
THE HERO'S RIVAL FALLS;

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The cry of victory rends the air
It swells the joyous lay;
Oh! we'll sing a Harrison song by night,
And beat his foes by day.

CHORUS — (Now then!) Oh! we'll sing, &c.