Coon Song

Air: Dandy Jim of Caroline

A race! a race! And who will win?
Who will be out? who will be in?
Trot out your nags! we '11 see who Ml take,
From all, the Presidential stake!

Chorus:
The people say they'll go for Clay,
The true heart's hope, the country's stay;
So raise the shout, and clear the way,
For work and worth and Harry Clay!

First Tyler comes the boon to crave:
A laugh and hiss meet the traitor knave,
He lowers his nose and sneaks away;
For he dares not face old Harry Clay.
For the people say, &c.


Next sneaking in, Grimalkin Van
Purrs low, and thinks "I will if I can."
But we whipp'd him once—Lord, how he ran
Hang up your fiddle—you 're not the man.
For the people say, &c.


Then comes Calhoun, now right, now wrong
Though six feet two, he's " nothing long."
But short or tall he'll be no higher,
We'll nullify the nullifier!
For the people say, &c.


There's Old Tecumseh: he won't do:
While he loves black, he will get blue;
And taking a wife, so weak his sight.
Poor man! he didn't know black from white.
So the people say, &c.


Buchanan comes. A shilling a day!
Work Locos! How d'ye like your pay?
Old Conestoga's stall'd, they say,
He's slicking in Kentucky Clay.
For the people say, etc.

Now hobbles in old Madam Cass;
She's not .what she was, alas! alas!
She might be a pet of the frog-eaters' king,—
Where the people rule she 's not the thing.
For the people say, &c 


Then Clay, with a lion port, strides by,
And shouts of thunder cleave the sky;
The pure, the bright, the tried and true,
The laurel wreath belongs to you.
For the people say, &&