Nine Cheers to Old Tippecanoe.

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Tune — "Let the toast be dear woman."

BRIGHT, bright is the cause of the gallant Whigs,
Hurrah for "Old Tippecanoe,"
The victor of Proctor, defender of Meigs,
We'll soon as our President view.
The spell of "Magicians" is broken,
The "Martins" now fly in despair;
Ah who would not leave a "log cabin,"
When he may to a "White House" repair?
Then a toast, then a toast to "Old Granny,"
To our armies a granny-dear true,
Then a toast, then a toast in "hard cider,"
And nine cheers to Old Tippecanoe.
Hip, hip, hip, hurrah! — hip, hip, hip, hurrah!
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
And nine cheers to Old Tippecanoe.

The "Harrison Standard" then raise on high,
Each Whig will acknowledge its worth,
Our gallantry calls us, the contest is nigh,
And the polls will give Liberty birth.
Then raise, raise the flag of "red flannel,"
'Tis "reform" and fair freedom we serve;
For the cause of the country we'll labour,
And the "Union" we'll ever preserve.
Then a toast, then a toast to the Whig cause,
Pledge deep in a bumper, my friends,
Then a toast, then a toast to the Whig cause,
And nine cheers to the "Hero of Thames!"
Hip, hip, hip, hurrah! — hip, hip, hip, hurrah!
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
And nine cheers to the "Hero of Thames."