The Gathering of the States.

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AIR -- OLD DAN TUCKER.

The moon was shining silver bright,
The stars with glory crowned the night,
High on a limb that same old coon
Was singing to himself this tune:

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Git out of the way, we're bound to lay 'em,
Git out of the way,
Git out of the way, we're bound to lay 'em,
Clear the track for SCOTT and GRAHAM.

From East to West, from North to South,
The Locos are all down in the mouth;
They know they have got to yield,
For General SCOTT is in the field.

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The Empire State in bold array,
Will strike for the Hero of Chippewa,
And the Keystone State will nobly stand,
The pride and glory of the land.

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The Buckeye State, next on the list,
Will grind the Locos in a grist;
And of all the rest, in spite of fate,
We're bound to be the Banner State.

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Old Tennessee and Michigan
Will do their duty to a man;
With the Old Bay State, who never fears,
Good Lord! what chance has Gen. Pierce?

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The Old Dominion State, as one,
With North Carolina's favorite son,
Will dose the Locos almost dead,
On Hasty Soup and Graham Bread.

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The Locos they will long remember
The great defeat of next November;
And when they see this mighty throng,
They'll have to think of this old song.

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