Election Songs

Air: John Anderson, My Jo

John C. Calhoun, my Jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
You went " the tariff" strong, John,
And on " A bank" were bent,
But now you've sadly changed, John;
Ah! how can you do so!
You're by ambition all deranged,
John C. Calhoun, my Jo.

John C. Calhoun, my Jo John,
Some year ago or two,
You tuck'd yourself " to little Van"
In hopes 'twould bring you through,
But the man you called " a weasel," John,
Could not be " suck'd in" so;
And he said you " could 'nt come it quite,"
John C. Calhoun, my Jo.

John C. Calhoun, my Jo, John,
From year to year you've passed,
Hoping that some party, John,
Would bring you out at last;
But it never has "inured," John—
They, trifle with you so—
I'd cut them all, if I were you,
John C. Calhoun, my Jo!

John C. Calhoun, my Jo, John,
Be pleased to tell us now
What hobby next you'll mount, John,
To put us in a row?
You've tried to " nullify," John,
But found it was " no go;"
Perhaps you will "secede" next,
John C. Calhoun, my Jo!

John C. Calhoun, my Jo, John,
I beg you, if you love us,
Come not to the Whigs, John,
To " ruin," or "rule" above ua.
We do not wish to take you, John,
We've tried you once you know,
And that was once too often, John,
John C. Calhoun, my Jo!