The Van Buren Convention.

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TUNE — "Pretty Betty Martin, tiptoe fine,
Couldn't get a sweet-heart to please her mind."

Pretty little Martin, tiptoe, tiptoe,
Pretty little Martin, tiptoe fine,
Couldn't get a candidate for Vice-president,
Couldn't get a candidate to please his mind.
Old Dick Johnson he wouldn't answer,
He was too rough for a president so fine;
Pretty little Martin, tiptoe, tiptoe,
Couldn't get a candidate to please his mind.

Pretty little Martin, tiptoe, tiptoe,
Couldn't make the loco focos toe the line,
Some were for Polk and some for Johnson,
But no one but Polk could please his mind.
The Tennessee Locofocos they wanted Polk in;
To poke him in for President next in the line;
Pretty little Martin, tiptoe, tiptoe,
Couldn't get a candidate to please his mind.

Pretty little Martin, tiptoe, tiptoe,
He couldn't coax old Tecumseh to decline;
Old Tecumseh's friends would not leave him;
To go for Mister Polk did not please their minds.
Polkites and Johnsonites wouldn't pull together,
The split was too wide, and they couldn't make it join;
Pretty little Martin, tiptoe, tiptoe,
Couldn't get a candidate to please his mind.

Pretty little Martin, tiptoe, tiptoe,
The jig is up with him, as he will find;
His legs are not long enough to follow in the footsteps;
He can't make the party all go the whole swine.
Now every Locofoco has to pick a candidate,
And run him for himself on his own hook and line.
Pretty little Martin, tiptoe, tiptoe,
Couldn't get a candidate to please his mind.