A Tip-Top Song About Tippecanoe.
'Tis the tip of the fashion for brave hearts and true
To join in the shout for brave Tippecanoe;
The soldier, the farmer, the statesman, the friend,
Who fought at the Thames, and who lives at North Bend;
Who gathered his laurels where bravely they grew
'Mid the slaughter and carnage of Tippecanoe,Tippecanoe, Tippecanoe,
An honest old soldier is Tippecanoe.
No parasite he at the footstool of power,
To flatter and fawn for the rule of an hour,
All honor and manliness basely to smother
And avow it his glory to follow another;
Oh, no, for our Hero is honest and true,
And the tip-top of honor is Tippecanoe, Tippecanoe, Tippecanoe,
The tip-top of honor is Tippecanoe.
Though the frosts of old age may have whitened his brow,
Yet the light of his deeds round his temples will glow
Like the sun on a mountain, whose head in the sky
Receives the first snow on its summit so high,
68But will show forth in majesty, beauty and light,
When the valleys below are all shrouded in night -- Tippecanoe, Tippecanoe --
And thus stands the soldier, bold Tippecanoe.
Then join in the shout that has so loud gone forth,
From the east and the west, from the south and the north
From the prairies and lakes to the briny blue sea,
The shout of the mighty, the bold and the free --
From the cold granite State to warm generous Louisiana, the shout of Tippecanoe, Tippecanoe, Tippecanoe.
The tip of all tips is brave Tippecanoe.